Joy in Grieving - Blog by Michael Bouman

Tomorrow I will make a Christmas dinner alone for the first time in my life, and it will not be a sad occasion, as some worry it will be for the grieving widower. One thing I have learned about the sadness of loss is that it resembles the passing clouds, just as anger or frustration seemed to me twenty years ago during the first marital squabble I was able to step out of as easily as I could step out of a pair of pants. From time to time we have these experiences of being separate from the things that happen to us. I treasure the onset of that knowledge. "I" am not my feelings any more than Cambridge Avenue is the winter mix that will fall on it tonight and then pass on. In memory of my departed San, though not about her, my last blog of 2008 contains a short poem that allowed me to express her passage and my connection with her and with the eternal source of her.