ADAM ZWAR: ALL KINDS OF GRIEF

Here’s a post about grief with the caveat that I understand my grief-experiences have been pretty run-of-the-mill.

My first legitimate confrontation with grief happened when Mum died in 2001. It took eight years for the cancer she’d been holding at bay to overwhelm her. When she passed, I called her friends to tell them the news, then promptly came down with the worst flu of my life and went to bed.

The flu turned out to be a good thing because it gave me time to re…