My dear friend and writing partner’s dog was just killed. He wasn’t just killed, he was lost first for a few days and then killed–hit by a car. It’s devastating to her, to her girls, to everyone and for so many reasons. Sudden loss changes us.
Write about when you lost someone or something that meant a lot to you. Try to give concrete details. Where were you when you found out? What were you wearing, what was the weather like? Who told you? What did you feel? What did you say? What did you want to say? What happened next? Try to go back to that time and dig through it. How did the days go after you found out?
In his memoir about the loss of his wife, A GRIEF OBSERVED, C.S. Lewis says this: “One never meets just Cancer, or War, or Unhappiness (or Happiness). One only meets each hour or moment that comes. All manner of ups and downs. Many bad spots in our best times, many good ones in our worst. One never gets the total impact of what we call ‘the thing itself’. But we call it wrongly. The thing itself is simply all these ups and downs: the rest is a name or an idea.” Chap. 1, p. 12
Describe the hours, the moments. The bad spots and the good spots.« Toes