It's Not the Heat, It's the Humidity: A Blog Post About Grief, Loss, and the Big Clean-Up
I've been searching my brain for the best title for this post... Something that feels clever, something that doesn't feel too whinny, something that has some levity to a dark topic... I landed here: It's Not the Heat, It's the Humidity. I like it. Because while some days the grief is awful and I still cannot believe that Neil is gone, other days, it's the clean-up of Neil's life that drags me into the ground. So, perhaps a more fitting title is: It's Not the Grief, It's the Clean-Up. The clean-up isn't clean at all. It's very messy. It's messy with my emotions and it's messy in the process. Let's wander down this messy path for a bit. We all have things that we don't really want to do and our mind has a way of "helping us forget" to do them. Most of the "cleaning out" of Neil's life has been this way. "Oh, yes, I need to call the funeral home!" But, I'm in the shower. "Oh, yes, I forg...