Wonderings on Grief in Eastertide
The Tenth Doctor once said time isn’t quite like what we expect it to be like. He said, “People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff” (from the episode Blink in Doctor Who). I’ve only ever experienced time as linear – I lived through middle school once and I DON’T ever have to do that again. Time, as a process, I think, as a law of nature, works in a linear way. But when it comes how time as how we experience emotions – I think it’s more complicated. This week I’ve experienced a lot of grief. In the middle of quarantine, my dad gave us a health scare (he’s okay, for which I am VERY grateful), but my husband and I also lost two of our cats to illness in a span of three days. Grief is incredibly hard, and our fur babies are our real babies. They are family. I’m not sure why the universe though it was necessary to end Holy Week by