Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I had a good talk with my therapist, who validates my feelings in a way that really helps me. I can't do this grieving on my own. As my friend says, I'm tribal. I am interconnected with many and this isolation thing is not easy, plus grieving for me means sharing with others. This morning I babysit for my six month old grandson while my daughter took the three year old to the dentist. Babysitting makes me feel useful and needed. Otherwise I contemplate my own mortality or something equally dire. Loss is hard to adjust to and sometimes my life just feels like a big gooey ball of loss: my parents, my brother, friends, my daughter, the absences are glaring. At my kids' weddings, the only blood relative was either my husband's sister (the first), none at the second, and my cousin at the last two. I can't produce family, which seems sad. My nuclear family has been gone completely for four years, but consisted only of my brother for the thirty years before that. How's that for whining? Maybe the therapist didn't help as much as I thought!