The manifestations of grief... Years ago I took a management course, one segment of which dealt with handling the grief of employees who had had some tragic experience. Probably the most important thing they taught us was this: that everyone has their own way of dealing with grief, and that you might find some of those ways surprising, odd, out-of-character, or even inappropriate.
I had a small experience of this myself earlier today, of the out of character kind.
This morning I visited our favorite grocery store to pick up a few items we needed. As I was loading fruity sparkling water into my cart, a woman I didn't know came up to me and asked, very gently, “Are you ok?”
I had no idea why she was asking me this, so I asked her. She said “Because you’re crying, and you look so sad.” Only then did it dawn on me that I was crying; tears were streaming down my cheeks and into my beard. Until that moment, I had had no idea at all.
So I told this kind woman about my mom's death yesterday, which was why I was crying. She gave me a big hug, talked with my a bit about her own experience losing a brother (to a drunk driver), and left me feeling better.