I wonder to what extent the loss of my mother was more difficult because I had not lost a family member or friend or friend of the family, for over 30 years. By the same token, I cannot imagine how someone who was 30 years younger than I was would handle the loss of a parent... that kind of loss, at that earlier age, is inconceivable to me. Perhaps my loss wasn't "easier" but I feel in my bones that age and hopefully maturity played a major role in my ability to deal with the loss with some measure of grace. I think that if it had happened 30 years earlier, I would have been utterly and completely decimated, by comparison.
I suppose, though -- and I really don't want to think too much about this -- that that decimation I'm alluding to is what's in store if I was to lose the love of my life.
I suppose, though -- and I really don't want to think too much about this -- that that decimation I'm alluding to is what's in store if I was to lose the love of my life.
