The first two weeks after our loss, we were walking around in shock. I look back and think that this was God’s way of protecting us in the beginning while we were being forced to make so many difficult decisions. Planning a service, finding an officiant, writing an obituary, and even deciding on pall flowers felt like we were walking in slow motion through a dream, or a nightmare to be more accurate. A couple of weeks later, after everyone had returned to their routines, the reality began to set in. The loss and finality of it all became apparent in a very painful way. I have always been a proactive person. I didn’t want to have too much time to have all of my emotions banging around inside my head without a referee. That’s when I decided that grief counseling would be a tool that would be helpful in guiding me through this difficult process. I phoned a minister to ask for his...
