I am still mourning and still grieving.
Known for most of his life as Eddie and then as Dale for the last twenty-six years.
So he's both Eddie and Dale.
He used to joke to me that "Dale was trying to kill Eddie." Those were his witty, abstract, astute jokes. He loved joking and he loved psychoanalysis and introduced me to the work of psychoanalyst and poet Adam Phillips. Particularly to the book Terror and Experts, with erudite ideas that now help me: "mourning is immensely reassuring because it convinces us of something we might otherwise doubt; our attachment to others." I am exploring my attachment during this grieving process.
So I am now out a full year and am still very much in a complicated but life-changing grieving process, exploring the notions of narrative and attachment.
These are the facts: I lost my husband, composer and artist, Dale Edwin Sherrard on January 14, 2015 after his fight with esophageal cancer.
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