Surely a good therapist should produce a Dorian Gray-style portrait from under the couch so the patient can see the person they really are.

Usually time alters and affects everything, but when someone you love dies time cannot change that, no amount of time will ever change that, so time stops having any meaning.

And imagine acquiring a new language and only learning the words to describe a wonderful world, refusing to know the words for a bleak one and in doing so linguistically shaping the world that you inhabit.

But my lazy lack of faith, my in-vogue atheism, has taken away the safety net hanging beneath our children's lives.

I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I walk, an ugly shadow made by myself.

Grief is love turned into an eternal missing

But grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels.