For those who think the five stages have long since disappeared from our culture, the opening paragraph of a new article by Michele Sponagle in the Canadian magazine Chatelaine reminds us how prevalent they still our, at least in our own minds. ”When my dad called on New Year’s Day, 2006, to tell me my mom had died nine months into her battle with ovarian cancer, I didn’t cry,” writes Sponagle. “Nor did I cry at her funeral, or even afterwards. Clearly, there was something seriously wrong with me. Where were the five stages of grief I’d heard about? Where were the denial, the anger, the bargaining, the depression and the acceptance? Instead I just felt guilty about my lack of emotion. What kind of horrible daughter was I?” You can read more about what Sponagle learned here.