I haven’t bought in to closure, grief therapy, and “moving on with life.” At this point I’m not looking for any happy endings. I’m just looking to get things started again. Re-entering life I guess. I know I must take emotional risks if I am to have any chance of finding internal peace. But emotional distance is the preditor of grief, and I find myself succomb to it. The emotions are too painful to speak of, share. When a parent dies you lose your past. When a child dies, you lose your future...