I know it wasn't just me, for every time I unloaded my emotional burden on a friend or family member, they had their own stories of the wrong thing being said, a feeling of loss and confusion, a dismantling of the old foundation. My last three blogs are a clear path through the pains of March. They are only window views, as I'm sure your own pains are deeper than you might let on.
When I asked for guidance, I received simple messages, like "they don't need you as a friend, ... just hold space for them to break away".
When my cat died, I did everything the way I wanted to. I allowed him a dignified transition and stayed with him through the end. I sobbed over him as I buried him in his favorite garden, allowing myself to cry as unabashedly as I needed to, allowing my love to melt into the grief of losing such a dear friend. I know this is how it is supposed to be. We let our emotions come up and out, engaging the spiritual lesson, no matter how uncomfortable or messy it might be.