Ken sat on the couch across from me, smiled and exclaimed, “I stopped it! The uncontrollable crying. I stopped it!”
Just the week prior I had been at a loss as the 59 year old self-avowed “Momma’s boy” cried with an overpowering despair. He had been completely inconsolable over the death of his 82 year old mother.
As a fledgling bereavement counselor, I had walked away from his initial session wondering if I could ever be able to help Ken. His inability to see any reason for joy and hope had silenced me for almost the entire hour
For all of Ken’s life prior to his mother’s death, each had been all the other had. A successful businessman, Ken had never married and neither had his mother. Failing health had forced her to move in with her son, and he had been her primary caregiver for the last five years…
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