An experience in the post office in the Washington, D.C. area reminds me of the grieving process and how it will happen in the most unlikely of places. I miss my Mom and Dad so much.
“Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.”
“I don’t think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that remains.”
John F Kennedy’s grave at Arlington National Cemetery and Robert E Lee’s house.
Yesterday I was taking care of business in a post office in the Washington. D.C. area. I bought stamps and found myself in a casual conversation at the window. The person asked why I was in California for a long time, and I had to explain what happened. I shared about my Dad’s brain tumor and illness. The postal clerk asked me how he was doing. It hit me like a ton of bricks and I started to weep. I explained that he passed away. It brought the business in the window to a stop. She stopped and said, “I’m sorry for your loss.” Then she did something I didn’t expect. She stared intently at me and said, ” Think of it like this his pain and suffering is over and he is in a better place.” I don’t know where the emotion came from but I cried in the middle of a post office. One moment all was well, and a question opened up all these emotions and I was weeping. I went back to the car and sat there for a few minutes and wished that I could see Mom and Dad again. I love and miss them.