The first time I was personally introduced to the concept of ‘grief’, it was almost seven years ago to the day. I was sitting across the table from a dear friend in a coffee shop. I was trying to wrap words around all the strange feelings I was having after coming back from a couple of weeks with my father – who was – at the time – dying of pancreatic cancer. Dying, but not yet dead.
“Oh Fabs,” she said to me, leaning close with tears in her eyes, “you’re grieving.”