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people who, as a result of toxic positivity and avoidance, act super weird and awkward about grief, enough to avoid widows and widowers and distance themselves from them
Ever since Aaron died, several friends got all grief-weird and stopped talking to Patricia completely. Other formerly close friends now pretend they were only ever acquaintances.
Grief Casserole (n) the aftermath of suicide felt by those left behind. can come thick on thin and one never knows whats in it..
The grief casserole was heavy today as i wailed to the universe for understanding..
The grief felt from the unresolved loss felt when a very close or a loved one is missing and whose whereabouts is unknown and unresolved, and there is significant potential for a bad outcome.
After his daughter walked into the wildness, he was in frozen grief till they found her living in a cult in the woods.
The person you were in the closet was a skin you needed to shed in order to grow, but that knowledge doesn't stop you from grieving them, missing them, and who you were when they were you. Try not to punish yourself for that fondness. You are allowed to love the people you have been, just as you are allowed to love the person you are.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Just feeling some closet grief today, thanks for asking. I'll be okay once I listen to some Robyn."
A machine that needs functional, cooperative parts to keep going.
If the coronavirus hype didn't keep going, people would begin to wake up. Therefore the grief/tragedy/sympathy machine keeps it going, keeps the misinformation spreading like wildfire.
The machine that keeps the coronavirus hype going.
The girl was part of the grief/tragedy/sympathy machine.
An industry that loves to tell people who their heroes are/should be.
Thanks to the grief tragedy sympathy hope industry, the aviation museum that always had a name good enough for the residents of the city that went there had to change it's name to honor a guy they were told was their hero, rather than anybody asking them who their personal heroes were. Perhaps their personal heroes were a family member or someone from closer to home than Texas, but since nobody asked them, they were forced to adopt a guy they were told was their hero as their personal hero, without any room for anyone else (since many of them thought the name of the museum was good enough as it was, without being forced to change, and it was going to get changed to a preselected name chosen by the "new guard" instead of by the residents).