The Brain and Grief: Navigating the Fog
The Brain and Grief: Navigating the Fog Part Two The night of January 24th, 2024 will always be etched in my mind. We should have been celebrating my son's oldest birthday, instead Tiffanie was being transported by ambulance to the York Hospital because of the amount of fluid that was building up on her heart. That was the first domino that would fall that would lead to her passing ten months later. It would also be the first day that grief would become a normal part of my vernacular. I vividly remember that night. Tiff was in the ambulance and she sent me home to pick up a few items from the house. I remember calling people frantically, crying, hurting, and having an overflow of emotions. I then had to drive over an hour to the hospital. The drive was up mountain roads that I was unfamiliar with. The fog was so thick. I couldn't make out what was in front of me. The road was still there, the s...