Glad to meet you Mr. Crawford but certainly wish it could be under different circumstances.

I wish as much, also.

Okay we’ll get started now. A member of our staff read your Grief Journal and brought it to our attention. We found it sad, compelling and disturbing.

I understand.

It must be hard to find the words sometimes?

It is.

Bette must have meant a lot to you.

The world!

I have to admit after reading a few of your entries, I’m not sure I can read more; at least not without a break of a day or two or possibly more. I don’t like to go there if you know what I mean.

Of course. When I post an entry I think of the person who will be reading it and wish them well. Grief has given me a perspective on others I never had. When I think of family, friends, strangers…I think of them as having passed away. And when our paths cross I find I’m more attentive than ever.

I imagine writing the Journal is a labor of love.

It is hard sometimes putting into words how I’m feeling but I know I would be crippled if the expression of my Grief was left only to tears and numb sadness. I’m still incredulous about Bette being gone from my physical world and I think the writing eases, ever so little, mind you, her leave taking. I do think of others who are grieving and can only hope my Grief touches theirs with solace and profound sympathy. I am in awe of how I intuitively navigate Grief’s terrain. Oh sure I stumble and fall but that is over the nuance of my Grief. What scares me is; the ground is known to me and I believe it is more than having grieved before. I wonder if this is not the first time losing Bette.

John, I’m sorry can I call you John?

Of course.

You mean as in past lives with regards to reincarnation?

Yes. I think there is something to it. Bette thought so too.

If I may; there is a tragic note in what you’re saying.

And that discordant impermanence surfaces again.

I’m sorry, I don’t understand.

That’s okay. We’ll leave it at that. I’m tired.

We thank you, John and needless to say…

That’s okay. As you said; needless.

Love To You All