Part Four: The Void & What I Missed the First Time

When the life you built collapses, the first work is not meaning. It is surviving the wave.

There is a moment in deep loss when the old life is gone, but the new one has not yet arrived.

I have been calling that place the void.

But a reader gave me better language.

She called it a tsunami.

And the more I sat with that, the more I realized: sometimes the void is not empty at all. Sometimes it is everything we could no longer hold back, rising all a…