You walk into a room and something is missing. You can’t quite put a finger on what. But you know, whatever it is, it’s gone.
Ambiguous loss is a little bit like that. You are living your ordinary life, and something silent and extraordinary happens that leads to loss. Sometimes it is something that happens quickly and suddenly like a runaway son. Sometimes it’s something that slips away more quietly and insidiously, like a daughter disappearing into depression. In both cases, the loss is difficult.