Hospice ADLs: My Adventures of Daily Learning.80
And, if you don’t think you’re normal, do you know anyone who is?
I (mostly) hope I’m not normal. Normal hangs around with average and average is a word I associate with getting a C+ on a test. I might be glad to dodge a dreary D, but everyone ahead of me earned all those better than normal Bs and As. Normal is vanilla ice cream, making it to work on time, or a bowl of instant oatmeal for breakfast. Normal is what you think you want after the adrenaline rushes and wild adventures, but the moment the normalcy you longed for is achieved, you’ll probably start planning for more excitement. Who really wants normal?
In grief, I do.
During bereavement, one of the most important things I (try to) convey to persons is that their way of grieving is normal. Indeed, to be slightly fancy, I seek to normalize their feelings. Continue reading