Grief is a funny thing. For some reason it elicits the voice of others telling you what you should or shouldn't do. As if another person could actually determine what you truly need in the present moment. For everyone experiences it in their own unique way. Some become quiet and/or reclusive. Some want to chatter non stop. Some people want to stay busy. Some want to cry.....and some don't.
Everyone is distracted. Some people have a hard time staying on task.
Family gathers. Friends come and go. The days are long, but then again, so are the nights.
Morning brings the memory that death is real. And personal.
And the idea of another entire day.....looms.
Everyone wishes they had more time. Some people have regrets.
Reflection abounds.
People scramble in search of photos.
Sometimes love and kindness dominate. Sometimes tempers flare.
Heads and hearts feel heavy.
A deep ache can leave you clutching your chest.
Sometimes deep breaths are necessary.
Sometimes you need time alone.
I need hope. I need the promise that this isn't the end. The promise that love never dies. I need the gentle reminder to give thanks; for the gift of life. For the gift of love. For family.
I need prayer. I need patience. And I have a great need to be held.
My heart pours heartfelt thoughts and prayers in God's lap, and I hope the ones I have loved are also there to witness it. I pray they are held.....the way some of us yearn to be; by our Creator.