I’ve been observing grief and I think the mind is very powerful. People walking around in a daze, staring off somewhere, their minds flashing, searching, grasping at pleasant and unpleasant memories. Its like our minds have to catalogue everything at once to determine what our memory will be of this person. Some little (or big) part of our soul that is lost. The spectrum of emotions from joy to profound sorrow are there in people’s faces, but the mind has taken hold. Protecting, I think.

** A friend emailed this morning and this was part of my response