Sunday past, I'm sitting at a memorial bench I donated to this park near our home, on behalf of my deceased fiancee. This lady was hiking by and started asking me questions and started sharing with me about dealing with grief. Very cool lady, but a "higher power" centric belief was her approach. She is a grief counselor.

I told her I was a 30 year plus atheist. I told her I simply can't believe and I know I'll never see my babe again. She had trouble grasping that. As a matter of fact, I told her being a atheist was terrible in response to loss. Hell, I WISH I could find comfort or believe those stories.