I've never been a fan of describing grief as coming in stages.
It sounds too linear, like one thing follows another, until finally, you're fixed.
Grief doesn't work like that.
Neither do I think that describing grief as coming in waves quite gets it.
There's more too it than that. More variance, more complexity; more change.
So how about we think of grief as being like the weather – varied, unpredictable, always there.
A morning mist hangs over us, but is dispersed.
Sun is forecast; it pours.
Fair weather is beaten into submission by hailstones while a rainbow hurries past.
Although prepared for the day, we are often caught out.
Grief is like the weather.
Part of life.
What do you think?