"The thing about grief, for me, is that it never goes away. It never 'gets better' exactly. Nothing helps. 'Helps.' Grief moves."
"Caring for him required setting ourselves in motion, kicking ourselves down the huge hill that is first-time parenting. Even though we grieved, wept, wailed, and cursed our fate, we did so while careening through feedings, diaper changes, and all the other hullabaloo."
The loss of a child profoundly impacted life, yet the survival instinct kicked in through caring for a surviving twin. Daily responsibilities and the world continued, pushing forward despite grief. Over time, life normalized with moments of joy and laughter, alongside enduring sorrow. Grief remains a constant, evolving presence rather than something that diminishes. Engaging in activities like improv provided a new perspective and outlet for expression amidst the ongoing struggle with loss.
Read at Slate Magazine
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