I’m listening to Jackson Browne’s ‘Fountain of Sorrow’ as I write this, and thinking about exactly how diplomatic one should be whilst grieving. What I mean is I’m having difficulty with thoughts that Kim pretty much orchestrated her own downfall and exit…whichever way you slice it. I’ve looked skyward many a time and asked for the grace to accept the path she took…not sure how well I’m doing, to be honest. The crux of it is that I wasn’t ready…well, none of us were. I’d hazard a guess that we all expected it. (I know I did, every time I received one of ‘those’ emails and thought ‘Please God, no!’) Of course, later I started to wonder whether one of those times wouldn’t have been better, after all, there was a level on which it was expected.
So – does loving somebody mean by default that you accept their choices, or am I OK with my present attitude which accepts it, but still can’t understand how such a thing can happen?