The 5 stages of grief
Sabrina, much like her momma, loves bread. It is one of the short list of table foods she can eat sans teeth. I stopped at McDonalds for a burger this afternoon and shared my bun with her. She was so happy with each bite – she grinned and giggled. She yelled at me if I wasn’t giving her another piece fast enough to suit her.
Then, too soon, the bun was gone. She was not happy and began dealing with the loss of the wonderful bread.
DENIAL – come on mom, don’t hold out of me…there is another piece, right?
ANGER – How dare you run out of bread for me?
BARGAINING – if I give you my keys, will you find some more bread for me?
DEPRESSION – Without bread, there is no joy in the world.
ACCEPTANCE – Fine. There is no more bread. I accept that but I don’t have to like it.
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