Micro-grieving: When the smallest losses threaten our peace
My father died on a Friday afternoon in late March at the very beginning of the COVID crisis. Letting go and healing in months of isolation is what I would describe as macro-grieving.
My father died on a Friday afternoon in late March at the very beginning of the COVID crisis. Letting go and healing in months of isolation is what I would describe as macro-grieving.
It won’t always be this way. I’m whispering it to you. I’m whispering it to me.