When Jan and I met in 1973, it was a revolutionary time with movements encouraging communes and returning to the farm. Neither Jan nor I were interested in living in a commune. Reading this book helped reassure me that we made the correct choice.
Grief’s Roller Coaster
Grief’s roller coaster now only has minor lows and very small highs.
In some ways, it feels as if I am on the Lazy L subway line from the seventies. The train moves reasonably steadily, and it does rock back and forth, but it is not a roller coaster. If anything, the train often stops and waits forever in the tunnel.
The day I met Jan, the L train seemed as if it would sit in place until after her party was over.
Thankfully, it moved, and I was able to meet the love of my life.