So Much Darker

“It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.” ~John Steinbeck

At the moment of loss, I write. It helps, a little. It feels odd to be in the midst of a verdant spring with death on my mind. It feels odd to grapple with the frailty and improbability of life when trees are bursting at the seams with blossoms and the ground is alive with green.

I’m betting that one day the research will show that animals who grieve are animals who remember those who came before.

I’m also remembering a devastating scene from Blackfish where an orca mother is separated from her young calf and shrieks and wails for hours, producing a call that scientists had never heard before. It was the sound of grief, clear across species.

By the way, if you haven’t seen Blackfish, you must.

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