death becomes blur

To the brightest of bereavement

Once, a therapist told me that every time someone dies you relive the grief from all the previous deaths you’ve experienced in your life. I didn’t understand what they were saying; in fact, I used to not believe it.

Until She died.

And every time someone else dies, I cry for Her too. I remember how much I will miss the recently deceased and then remember how much I miss Her all the time. How many deaths do we get to grieve simultaneously before we become grief itself? Embody the now unbodied? Is that transcendence?