Happy Grieving

Anniversaries, birthdays, holidays

Grief has a calendar. The death date. Their birthday. Yours. Christmas, Mother's Day, Father's Day, New Year's Eve at 11:59 when a year they lived in ends forever.

The dates are hard, and the dread before the dates is often harder. Whole weeks lost to the approach of a single square on the calendar. And the world is no help: it either forgets your date entirely or expects you to be festive on its dates, in December, at the table with the empty chair.

There's no trick that makes these days painless. But after five years of them, and thousands of this community's hard dates, I can promise you this much: the day itself is almost never as unsurvivable as the dread insists it will be. And there are ways to meet it that hurt less than pretending it's a normal Tuesday.

These pieces take the calendar one square at a time.