Since my sister died, my family has split into two camps - those who want to keep talking about her and preserving everything exactly as it was, and those who need to move forward and stop making every gathering about grief. I'm caught in the middle watching us fracture when we most need each other.
More people experience this than they realize.
Love expresses itself in incompatible languages when people grieve at different speeds.
“Where Are You with The death of a sibling?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.