Wading through some loss scars us forever.
I know this is true now as an adult and parent.
It’s possible to keep going obviously.
One can keep going after nearly anything, after all.
Then, slowly, acceptance begins.
I am no longer convinced that you’re supposed to get over the death of certain people, but little by little, pale and swollen around the eyes, I began to feel a sense of reception, that I was beginning to receive the fact of Pammy’s death, the finality. I let it enter me. I was terribly erratic: feeling so holy and serene some moments that I was sure I was going to end up dating the Dalai Lama. Then the grief and craziness would hit again, and I would be in Broken Mind, back in the howl.
-Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies
