Three Days, Three Weeks, Three Months and Three Years
A friend of mine died yesterday. I’m not in shock. I’m not in mourning. “Why not?” I asked myself.
Because, my mourning of her passing started in October, 2017, when I thought she was already dead.
Only when I got a reply to my hand-written note, after the end of that month, did I know that she was still with us on this earth. But the process must have kicked in, regardless of this knowledge. Now, almost 3 years, 3 months, 3 weeks and 3 days laer, she has died, and I find my grieving is done already.