I read a lot, but its easy to control life when its in a book - read the ending, if its sad, don't read the book.
I've always opted out of 'real' life.
This world of blogging has exposed me to more death in the last 5 months than i've let in my world in the last 30 years.
But since the whole point of 'getting a life' is to participate in life, and allow myself emotions, so that I can be a better mom, wife, friend, ect., I'm not shutting myself back up in my safe little box.
I am very thankful that Tiff, Alison, Fe, and Veronica are willing to write about their grief. I know I'm still just reading about life, but it's a start. And that wall I spend so much time keeping around myself has cracks in it now.
