Boots

I prefer square-toed cowboy boots. But that morning I chose the less agreeable pointed toes. I ’m not a martyr; I did it out of respect. Why is it that when someone dies we amble around muttering things like, “I think he would have wanted that” or “I’m pretty sure that would have meant something to her.” It helps to mollify the pain, to circumvent losing touch. Only God knows the way grief-logic works as we slog through the labyrinth.
Source: Schizophrenia Bulletin - Category: Psychiatry Source Type: research