I know that’s not the saying, it’s supposed to be “laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone”. But there is something interesting about grief when the entire world shuts down. Tongue in cheek, my mom *would* die right in the midst of a global pandemic. That way everyone has to stop and mourn her. I’ve been thinking about this for the past few days. Part of me is glad that life is different right now and the other part of me is scared shitless.
I am fortunate to have experienced relatively low levels of grief in my life. Everyone has died in order and my grandparents died in their 80s. But one thing I know about grief is how freaking hard it is when people are just walking around, living their lives when for you, time is standing still. Laughter is piercing because you are falling apart inside and everyone else is living like they have no cares in the world. You want to scream at everyone that they need to be more sensitive to you and your grief but you also know how insane that sounds.
But for now, the world is feeling what I am feeling. Grief, uncertainty, anxiety. There is no more “normal”. As time goes on we will adjust to the new normal. And truth to tell, I am not sure whether I find comfort or discomfort in all of this.
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