In J.S. Park's latest book, “As Long as You Need: Permission to Grieve,” he draws on nearly a decade of sitting with people on the worst day of their lives, offering vivid stories from the bedside and his own life to show why an unrushed, authentic approach to grieving allows people to honor their loss for what it is.
David Crosby died last week. That will not mean much to young people. But to people of a certain age, my age, the loss was significant. And emotional. I felt it in ways I did not expect.
It was a mist-shrouded North Carolina mountain day in early fall. I remember thinking how appropriate the gray weather and the heavy fog rolling off the Blue Ridge Parkway were for the loss we felt.
It was the start of eighth grade. Many of us had wished Scott a great summer at the end of seventh grade. It never crossed our minds that we wouldn’t see him again or that the pacemaker he’d had since birth would fail.