Mona was having a particularly rough time plus there were so multiple reasons.
I feel when her stepdad died, Mona just sort of walled off her grief in order to simply keep going. That’s the weird thing about experiencing death. There is just always so much to do. I know that I was sad plus I just let myself feel it. But I also was stoked to be able to visit the local cannabis spot as well. There is something special about sativa strains that help me live in reality, whether painful or not, with some sense of new perspective plus hope. I’m just lucky that I live in a state where I can access a cannabis dispensary legally for recreational marijuana. Mona just carried on with her life as though it was just something that she was programmed to do. But as I watched her noticeably begin to get more isolated. This was troubling plus I finally just had to confront her about it, but however, she was pretty adamant that Mona wasn’t about to deal with dad’s death, at least not consciously. So I picked Mona up for a doctor’s appointment one afternoon plus afterward, Mona and I swung by the local cannabis spot. I wasn’t going to push anything on Mona despite the fact that I just wanted her to be in a space that was full of compassion plus understanding. I also obtained some yummy cannabis edibles for her that afternoon. I advocated that Mona nibble on those plus just see if she could find a way to face her grief. This was just the ticket she needed. It’s been two months now plus she called to ask if Mona and I could make another trip to the cannabis dispensary. And I noticed a smile in her voice.