Everyone grieves differently. There is no right or wrong way to grieve.
And, no parent should ever have to bury their child.
My father loved my brother greatly and was so proud of him. My father grieves by spending time in his garden. He begins back in the winter by taking his seeds from last years plants and begins the process of turning them into fabulous deliciousness.
He turns the soil. He plants. He waters.
My dad is 82 and had to be hospitalized after my brother's funeral. The grief was just too much for him. He is okay now with a clean bill of health. But now, when he needs to take on these garden tasks, I watch him and help him. I am scared that I will lose him. Because then, I will be alone.
I took this photo of my dad this weekend. I thought it was so poignant. He didn't know I was taking it but I can see and feel his grief.
Together, we planted sunflowers.