A Lesson Learned After Breaking Down in My Indian Hairstylist’s Chair Two Months After My Wife Died

My stylist’s nationality had everything to do with my unexpected release of pent-up grief.

Joel Eisenberg

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Photo of Ganesha by Sonika Agarwal, Unsplash

Introduction

Following close to 40,000 words written as an exploration of personal grief following my wife’s recent unexpected passing, I left my keyboard for a week to recover.

To see my curated list of 21 Medium articles on the matter, entitled “Grief and Grieving: A New Widower’s Process,” you can click here.

My dear wife, Lorie, died 10 weeks ago today of a sudden hemorrhagic stroke caused by the bursting of an undetected aneurysm. We had been talking in bed, both emotional, about the fate of our rescue dog who had been diagnosed with an inoperable tumor.

KOKO would go on to survive my wife for five weeks before I put her down on New Year’s Eve when her tumor ruptured.

As I had written the above-linked Medium articles during what I thought was the height of my grief, as both personal therapy and an effort to help others navigate their own related processes, I also inadvertently stored much of my sadness.

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Joel Eisenberg

Joel Eisenberg is an award-winning author, screenwriter, and producer. The Oscar in the profile pic isn’t his but he’s scheming. WGA and Pen America member.