“Grief”
is a story about a young woman named Melissa who is attempting to
deal with the various stages of the grief process after the loss of
her life partner. I wrote this story in an attempt to highlight the
grief process, drawing on and inspired by my own experiences with
grief and loss, the experiences of close friends, and my work in the
field of human services and grief and loss counseling.
I turned and left the coffee
shop, went back out into the cold. I headed in the direction of my
apartment, but I knew I wasn't going home; the idea was to get away
from Susan, to find someplace where she wasn't likely to be, but
where? She'd lived in this city her entire life, her ghost floated
over every street corner, she was in every window in every building,
every brick and inch of mortar, every moment of the sidewalks. She
was in the snow, in the rain and sunshine, in the leaves laying dead
in the gutters. I'd grown up in Darlington too, but the city had
always belonged to her.
I stopped at a convenience store
and bought a pack of cigarettes, thought about getting a bottle. Who
would know? But I couldn't do it; for me drinking was slow suicide,
and if I was going to do something like that, I'd have to do it
quickly.
Back out on Olsen Street, getting
closer to home. I came up to a bus stop, sat on the bench and lit a
cigarette, my mind blank. I tried not to think, tried not to see
myself the way other people saw me, or would see me if they knew what
was in my heart: just a poor dumb dyke still pining away for her long
lost love. It was strange; everyone experiences pain in love,
everyone loses somebody, but how many people really make the effort
to empathize? I'd lost more than all the lovers in the world. I'd
lost the rest of my life. Who could even understand that?