Loss isn't contagious and those grieving loved ones shouldn't be pushed to the side.
In the six months since my husband Peter died, I have been eating out much of the time. But now things are quieting down and I seem to have more time at home in the evenings and my dinners are downright pathetic.
I am steeling myself against the upcoming holidays. Each milestone is a weight that I carry. I feel like Sisyphus in Greek mythology being punished and forced to roll an immense boulder up a hill only to watch it roll down for all eternity.
One month ago, Peter, my husband of 47 years, died of a heart attack. When you lose a parent, you have siblings or family members to comfort you. When you lose a spouse, you lose your life partner and are alone. The hardest thing about grief is to see life going on.