I really thought my in-laws were an insensitive bunch of spectacular monkeys. I really did. Yet today as our visit was winding down in their living room over coffee they started to chat and share stories about my nephews. They talked and carried on and told us cute anecdotes, and I felt like I hardly knew these children. Finally it hit me; I mean it really sunk in that they were just now sharing these stories because we have Ziggy. Others too: friends, colleagues and even some family members are now sharing anecdotes about the little ones in their lives. All this time they had all been holding their happiness in so as not to hurt us. Grief really tints the lens you look at life through. I really thought that a whole host of people were behaving like insensitive dipshits and I am only now realizing that many did curb their happiness for us.
I am not ready to excuse everyone and everything – because beleive you me my feelings were trampled a handful of times. Yet I must admit the truth: I am seeing things a lot differently now.