We’ve often been taught, since childhood, to deal with problems by not dealing with them. When a tidal wave of hurt soars over you, close your eyes and let it pass. When tragedy whips life asunder, keep your chin up and march on by. When you attend the funerals of two young friends over the weekend, go to work the next day anyway, and pretend like your assigned tasks are your only obligations in life. To weep is to be weak. To mourn is to admit defeat in a war that does not matter, yet you fight it anyway.
But remember that busyness is just a cloak over grief, and it slips off with the slightest wind, while loss is a hollow wedged in your heart, and it stays no matter the elements.