What Comes of Not Grieving

I watched a show on television today about hoarding. One man, perhaps the saddest and most desperate, was hoarding rats. It seems unimaginable that a person could let thousands of rats live in his home running everywhere. Yet, that was the case. After watching for awhile, we learned that his wife had died several years before. He was so depressed and when he talked about his love for his pet rats, he would cry. Actually, he was very fragile and cried easily. He couldn't talk much about his wife at all. The doctor that was working with him told him that he had a great deal of grief inside of him. He never got any help with his grieving when she died. I suppose, in his own way, he did the best he could. His wife died of a heart attack so very young. Obviously, this is an extreme case. Still, it is a tragic example of what happens when one does not grieve and feel the bad bad feelings you have to feel when someone you love dies. I have so hated feeling sad and alone, but I am not nearly as sad as I was. Today was a really beautiful sunny day, and time marches on.