One of the weird and, I guess, helpful things about this second helping business is that I already have my bereavement resources all lined up. I am going to the same therapist as last time, attending the same bereavement group, and I already own all the bereavement books!
Reminds me of this obnoxious song one of friends described as “a song you sing until someone hits you”
Oh the horse put his foot, put his foot on the ground/the horse put his foot, put his foot on the ground/the horse put his foot, put his foot on the ground/ain’t that a terrible song.
The chorus is:
Same song, second verse, it might get better (in obnoxious voice) but it’s GONNA GET WORSE.
I found a card from my sister, dated late in 2007 On the front is a picture of the NYC skyline and inside it reads “Hey little sis, when it is always winter and never Christmas in your heart, remember New York is the best place in the world to start over.”
Surprisingly consoling. Even the second time around.