‘Grieving is like being set afire. Except when you try to put out the flames they disappear; when you try to salve your wounds you find your skin unblemished. You take a breath, thinking the worst has passed, and then grief bursts into flame anew… you have no choice but to burn.’
Tears poured from her eyes as she sobbed quietly in the corner of the coffee shop. She wished no one will look in her direction and then the barista came over to her. ‘Are you okay?’ she said. The response was so overwhelming and Cynthia had no control of the avalanche that ensued.
Six months before, she had felt...