Grief

We don’t move past or forward from grief. We move with it. It is an undulating beast that takes us, swallows us and spits us out into space. We navigate the best we can holding onto the arm that pulls us up, down and sideways. For some it is easier, and for others harder than they could have imagined in their worst nightmare. Some of us freeze, some of us spillover like the tallest waterfall in the world falling into the tunnel that seems to fall downward forever. But, there is a glimmer of light…always. Some of us chase the glimmer and it is always too far to touch for years. Some finally see a spotlight and we run toward it like we have been in a desert with no water for weeks grasping to the hope of acceptance like a hug from the person we love so dearly telling us, I am ok and I love you, and there is a peace that envelops us like a warm blanket on a cold night. It will never be quick nor easy, but you will be ok. You will get up and breathe in and out, and when it is time, whenever that may be, they will be there to pick you up.