On grief

Last Saturday, January 31, 2015, we lost Ferguson.  This post is not about sweet, cherished Ferguson.  This is about my sadness. It starts with a tightening swelling in the chest.  I can’t tell whether it is from blood swelling into the cardiac muscle or refusing to leave it.  (I now understand the phrase “heartbroken.”)  Next it moves to the extremities.  My fingertips tingle, immediately after giving way to an almost pleasant burning sensation in my palms and the arches of my feet.  Then it shifts back to my core.  I feel it simultaneously constricting my gut into a tilt-a-whirling cesspool and … Continue reading On grief