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I stayed in the place soaked in rage and grief, futility and sadness, until it was finally time to go. I stayed. And in my humanness, raged against the necessity and alternately accepted and refused to accept what is — like a toddler reluctantly learning that she is not the sun. And then, when the time came…

(no elephants were harmed in the writing of this post) When the long fuse finally lit the bomb that blew up my life, someone said: “You get through this like you eat an elephant – one bite at a time.” I wasn’t hungry for elephant. But day by day, I did my best to eat:…