Not long ago my Mom passed. Unexpectedly, 2 short weeks later, my younger brother joined her. Bereft, I was suddenly adrift, my moorings gone. How to belong in a world with mother and brother sized holes? Sleepless, I walked, and walked. Or, crashed for 8, 10, 12 hours. Grief morphed into guilt, anger, cynicism, bewilderment. Socially inept, I lay low. In my brother’s flannel shirt, I curled under Mom’s soft brown throw and convulsed with tears. Each salt trail marked a sacred path, a new road named “Goodbye.” Buy an “Intelligence is sexy” t-shirt! I moved furniture, rearranged with neurotic
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