I realized this morning that I've been gradually experiencing a loss. A friendship that once mattered greatly to me is no more. The gift I offered willing and I thought unconditionally has been rejected.
No drama. No big display of emotions. No real closure. But it's over.
I know now there was one condition . . . that my gift be accepted. Now that I accept the rejection, I see how I've gone through the whole grief cycle with this thing.
Loss -- physical or emotional -- is still loss. And I'm in mourning.