Last night I had to introduce myself to someone that I thought knew who I was. After all when my husband first died I was offered hugs, food and baby sitting services from this person. Last night I found myself explaining who I was, felt extremely awkward and then when the pieces finally clicked together I got the "How are you." That was not the worst, the next sentence was "I think of you all the time." Really, you do?
Perfect example of how everyone else's life goes on, unchanged with know concept of how it may be for a person dealing with a loss.