[Crowbob]

Funny thing about one of my experiences with grief. A few years back my friend learned of his bladder cancer. I asked him to email to me the biopsies and path reports. I immediately knew his days were numbered but he didn't.

As the diseased progressed even following chemo and surgery, he finally accepted the inevitable and was quite vehement in expressing his desire not to have people grieving in his presence.

I had already been grieving for him for months. Finally, in his last days as he slipped away, he thanked me for being so strong.

Right. Like I was fooling him all along. When he finally did pass, my grief began to recede. Thankfully, these days, I hardly ever think of him.