The Grieving Process

Tony Covatta

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Bad news piled up but Nick was coping. The caregiver scheduled for Nick’s terminally ill wife phoned. Sick, she couldn’t work. Scrambling, he found a replacement. He needed to go to his cousin’s for visitation for her only son, dead in a car crash just the day before.

He meandered amid friends and relatives, sampled scraps of the food kindly neighbors furnished.

Time to go. Nick hugged his cousin tight, then held her at arm’s length. Mistakenly, he gazed deep into her eyes.

Suddenly saw there what he knew he’d feel when his wife died sometime very soon. Bottomless grief.

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