Grief is a funny thing. I've been thinking about it a bit since the last therapy appointment when the therapist said I could be grieving.
We (or at least I) tend to try to avoid it. Grief seems so overwhelming from a distance. It impinges in our happiness. We're taught that the "pursuit of happiness" is a fundamental right, but I would argue we miss what happiness really is. But I digress.
It is seeming to me that grief is like a negative of Impressionist painting. I saw both Renoir and Monet at the museum. Up close it is more difficult to see what the paintings are about. It is only from a sufficient distance that one can see them clearly.
Grief I am thinking is the opposite. From afar it is distorted. Up close one can see it for what it is, even though it still does hurt. It is a reaction to a loss of something that is or was a good thing, but it is not the overwhelming wave it can threaten to be.