When my husband died, a wise woman told me that grief was like an onion. I had no idea what she meant at the time, though I’m sure I nodded my head in agreement as if I did know. Now that I look back, it all makes sense now, and it could not be a truer statement. It can apply to any type of grief, too. It definitely has helped me in my cancer journey, especially with my mastectomy.
THE ONIONY LAYERS OF GRIEF
THE ONIONY LAYERS OF GRIEF
THE ONIONY LAYERS OF GRIEF
When my husband died, a wise woman told me that grief was like an onion. I had no idea what she meant at the time, though I’m sure I nodded my head in agreement as if I did know. Now that I look back, it all makes sense now, and it could not be a truer statement. It can apply to any type of grief, too. It definitely has helped me in my cancer journey, especially with my mastectomy.