Overcoming the belief of grief

Face It and Win

The day after the passing of my companion of thirty years, I stepped out onto the terrace of my tenth-floor apartment. It was early morning, and the pale light of a new day showed a sky filled with lowering clouds. A strong wind whipped the waters of the bay below into whitecaps. The atmosphere seemed ominous.

A flock of seabirds was nearby. Many were on a level with the terrace. They were exerting strenuous effort to maintain their position against the force of the gale. Occasionally one would tilt or turn, thereby offering more resistance to the wind, and it would immediately be swept back and forced to struggle to regain its balance.

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