I am a newspaper devotee, and on the front page of the Metro section in Sunday's Columbus Dispatch was a story written by Meredith Heagney about a camp that helps children dealing with the loss of a loved one.
Forty kids spend a week at residential grief camp. They do normal camp things, lots of it. And other times they talk about their grief with counselors and attend to their bereavement child style.
Arts and crafts are a camp thing and one of the things they did one week was paint on plain white face masks.
The front of the mask are the feelings they show the world.
On the inside of the mask, they paint how they really feel, Heagney wrote.
One boy featured in the article, painted half of the mask green for happiness and half blue for sadness. The forehead of the mask remained white with big red dots on it. The red dots were his anger.
On the inside of his mask, he splattered his paint like Jackson Pollock.
And just like my Designated Daughter friend and me, he didn't know what he was feeling.
Inside his mask, he wrote CONFUSED.
Confusion is a certain side effect of grief.
Your world has been one way. Now it is the other.
Confusion is the bereaved's jet lag.
That's what you get while traveling through life.
D.G. Fulford is the author of , written with her mother Phyllis Greene. She is also the co-founder of . You can find her at .
Photo credit: Marcia Smilack