I considered opening this piece by defining grief, but I quickly realized that it’s undefinable. How can you put a specific name on something that disguises itself as a shadow that overcasts your entire day in ways hard to understand, something that can take an enjoyable outing with friends where everyone is laughing and engaged with one another, but isolate only you to the point that you realize too late that you’re crying and can’t stop.
I lost my mother last year — March of 2019. She was in charge of my everyday education from kindergarten to high school, my schedule and interactions with peers, family vacations, family mealtimes — in a word she was the consummate executive director of our home.
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