Caroline and I went to the library. I had the following conversation with a library employee.
Me: Where are your books on grief?
Employee: Greece?
Me: No, grief.
Long pause
Employee: Can you spell that?
Remember, I am at the LIBRARY.
She shows me the computer screen, where I see other subjects, including death and bereavement. I point to them and tell her those would be helpful too.
She writes down the call number (not the right term, I know: sorry, librarians) of one book that looks to be somewhat on point and tells me that is where the grief books are.
Caroline and I take the elevator to the 5th floor, at which time I use all my mommy tricks to keep quiet in the adult section of the library.
We get to the section the employee told me about, and what do we find? Not a single book on grieving, but more books than I never knew existed with instructions on contacting and communicating with the dead.
Good grief. Forgive the pun.
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