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My Eye is Consumed with Grief

Do you talk to yourself? Many people do. I just said this to myself today when I was thinking about writing this blog: "Oh Francie, nobody wants to read about your lingering grief." And then my self said to self, "Well, they don't have to read it." So, if you don't feel like reading yet another article  about the grieving process and how it leaves a person feeling disoriented, pass. But I can tell you this: grief is a graduate course in life studies, and everyone takes the class at some point. The education earned in this course is invaluable, and yet if we could, many of us would opt out.  Wisdom comes in the strangest gift wrapping. "The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth." (Ecclesiastes 7:4) Grief makes us wiser, but this kind of wisdom hurts, because it is only gained by loss. I complained to my sisters of a stomach ache and digestive problems that have