Hi Udo - in complete agreement here. In my own grief I grew to understand that the path is different and that those who have not experienced death simply do not

Hi Udo - in complete agreement here. In my own grief I grew to understand that the path is different and that those who have not experienced death simply do not understand. On occasions I'm reminded to forgive those around me who don't get it. I made new and lasting friends out of those who provided support and consolation at the right time, and lost people who were superficially friends. Recently while reading Shakespeare I came across Constance's statement on Grief from King John which expressed to me how persistent grief can be. Constance: Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do. I will not keep this form upon my head, When there is such disorder in my wit. O Lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure! For those pets, parents, grandparents, and others that have passed, I continue to miss them, perhaps more than I should. Don't we all?