imagined_grief past at times when alone my mind idles, it builds up scenarios of tragedy and profound loss. perhaps it's the echos of the grieving_year, thirty or so years on but engrained in my psyche, where even the most solid relationships can vanish unexpectedly behind a veil of tears. usually, i'm left alone but still with a full house. struggling to bring the littles along, helping them grieve and seek meaning in an angry world. trying to raise them up beyond the shattering changes my imagination forces them to bear. and then, i get a text or call or the rest of the family gets home from wherever they were and the world is right again. the partnership firm, everyone healthy and growing well. but the fear and sadness lingers, waiting for the next stray moment to push its way to the foreground of my mind again. 220724 what's it to you? who go blather from