Back at home now, and back to work for the last week, I have felt loved and supported by peers and friends. When Jon and I got married nearly two years ago, I felt much the same sort of out-of-the-woodwork responses from all around. It is wonderful to behold and I am so grateful now for the kind words and hugs from friends. The love has come in many forms. A crazy plant from a friend who knows how much I love crazy plants, cards and notes, gentle phone calls, invitations to dinner, and chicken soup brought by on a Sunday afternoon. This is all part of the process, and part of the fabric of humanity that surprises me every time. Maybe that's where the grief goes. It gets absorbed by the living souls who love us. Each one who reaches out takes a little bit of it away- a burden much easier carried by many. I hope I am as good a friend. I don't think I am.
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