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Grief is complicated and doesn't always look the same. When my dad died, he'd been in the hospital for a month for a surprise illness, so I had time to get used to the idea he might not make it out. His older sisters hadn't seriously considered the possibility. I'd done some "pre grieving" and they hadn't, so my reaction was a bit less dramatic? outwardly intense?
A friend of mine says grief is an ambush predator. You can be going about your day and suddenly something triggers you to suddenly drown in emotion. When that hits, I just swim in it, feel my feelings, all the complex emotions that come up--anger, loss, regret.
And as time goes on, I've gotten ambushed less often, but it can still feel just as intense. I have more practice swimming in it, so maybe I don't have to excuse myself and hide in a work bathroom to cry anymore, I can just sit at my desk and focus on drinking my coffee.
(It's after my bedtime, so I hope this all makes sense. There's also the Grief Box analogy, which feels accurate to me.)