The last stage of grieving is acceptance. I'm sitting in a comfy airchair, drinking tea, and enjoying life while it is still possible. And in spite of all comm

The last stage of grieving is acceptance. I'm sitting in a comfy airchair, drinking tea, and enjoying life while it is still possible. And in spite of all common sense, spending a lot of time and money planting trees and bushes, as I have done since 2010.