Charlie had bought and read the book Grief is the thing with Feathers ages ago…I gave it a wide berth! I find it difficult to read things like this, they pick at the scab of my grief. However, our good friend has worked on the theater production of this book and we have booked to go and see it next year…so I thought I’d better read it. Which I did. Yesterday. It was brilliant, I mean really good. It really captured what grief is like. It’s a short book, but intense and funny and dark and horrifying and silly…all the things that grief makes you feel or think. And a good thing that it is short, because that’s what is hard about grief, it’s forever. But you can’t stay in IT forever, you dip in and out, small manageable bursts.
“Moving on, as a concept, is for stupid people, because any sensible person knows grief is a long-term project.” p. 99 I’d say life-long project. Which is why you need a good sense of humour, otherwise the sheer horror of it would gobble you up.