Losing someone close is possibly like being reborn into a new world. I am in the midst of saying goodbye to my very recently passed mother, and I still think that I feel less grief than I thought I would.  But her individual circumstances may have prepared me unknowingly for this.   Maybe she somehow recognized this .  But before I go any further, can I offer you a hug?  Despite my cynical leanings, I feel in my bones that love is THE primal emotion.  Everything else is secondary.  It doesn't depend on religious beliefs, although religion often employs it.

Your bitterness and denial are , surprisingly good friends. Despite our human frailties, these emotions, along with all other emotions, are our friends.  Bitterness is a contruct of humanity that relates to humanity's continuous battle with nature, and it's all purveying apparent regulation of our biological selves.    The reality is hopefully more comforting.  Ourselves, our loved ones (ancestors and descendants) are part of a wonderful procession of creative, vital, necessary and evolutionary undeniable footholds on the universe.  My unavoidable passing will hopefully be seen as a plea to all to accept love.

Losing someone close is possibly like being reborn into a new world. I am in the midst of saying goodbye to my very recently passed mother, and I still think that I feel less grief than I thought I would.  But her individual circumstances may have prepared me unknowingly for this.   Maybe she somehow recognized this .  But before I go any further, can I offer you a hug?  Despite my cynical leanings, I feel in my bones that love is THE primal emotion.  Everything else is secondary.  It doesn't depend on religious beliefs, although religion often employs it.

Your bitterness and denial are , surprisingly good friends. Despite our human frailties, these emotions, along with all other emotions, are our friends.  Bitterness is a contruct of humanity that relates to humanity's continuous battle with nature, and it's all purveying apparent regulation of our biological selves.    The reality is hopefully more comforting.  Ourselves, our loved ones (ancestors and descendants) are part of a wonderful procession of creative, vital, necessary and evolutionary undeniable footholds on the universe.  My unavoidable passing will hopefully be seen as a plea to all to accept love.