Almost midnight. Went to been early, dog tired, but couldn't sleep. Tossing, turning, grieving. The pits. Got up and said, "Alexa, continue" and cool jazz started playing. Instant relief! I felt, and feel as I write this, so much better. The Mulligan/Getz Cure https://cdgrief.blogspot.com/2025/02/the-mulligangetz-cure.html Thanks, Brad, for coining the name. I've been wondering why this works. It might be by expanding the context of grief, changing my small personal grief into a larger grief that is part of the human condition. As my brother once wrote, "Life is a nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to live there."