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A cure that works


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."

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