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Man, my email really got messed up in the sending of this article. Here

it is without the dumb ads --

An excerpt from 'The Year of Magical Thinking'

October 9, 2005

Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it. We

anticipate (we know) that someone close to us could die, but we do not

look beyond the few days or weeks that immediately follow such an

imagined death. We misconstrue the nature of even those few days or

weeks. We might expect if the death is sudden to feel shock. We do not

expect this shock to be obliterative, dislocating to both body and mind.

We might expect that we will be prostrate, inconsolable, crazy with

loss. We do not expect to be literally crazy, cool customers who believe

that their husband is about to return and need his shoes. In the version

of grief we imagine, the model will be " healing. " A certain forward

movement will prevail. The worst days will be the earliest days. We

imagine that the moment to most severely test us will be the funeral,

after which this hypothetical healing will take place. When we

anticipate the funeral we wonder about failing to " get through it, " rise

to the occasion, exhibit the " strength " that invariably gets mentioned

as the correct response to death. We anticipate needing to steel

ourselves for the moment: Will I be able to greet people, will I be able

to leave the scene, will I be able even to get dressed that day? We have

no way of knowing that this will not be the issue. We have no way of

knowing that the funeral itself will be anodyne, a kind of narcotic

regression in which we are wrapped in the care of others and the gravity

and meaning of the occasion. Nor can we know ahead of the fact (and here

lies the heart of the difference between grief as we imagine it and

grief as it is) the unending absence that follows, the void, the very

opposite of meaning, the relentless succession of moments during which

we will confront the experience of meaninglessness itself.

Joan Didion, " The Year of Magical Thinking "

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