It has been 12 years, 8 years, 4 years, 3 years... Or was it last month or just this morning when i felt overwhelming grief?
I lost, we lost, the world had, we were lucky to know...
Where are they now? Did their memories come back or the pain go away? Sometimes they feel gone, so very gone and then suddenly their next to me or I just got a glimpse of their shadow leaving the room. Or so I tell myself.
Is that a sign from them? Let that be a sign. Oh please, just give me some kind of a sign.
Grief is the squatter I didn't want, but the weighted blanked I sometimes so desperately need. To keep me comfort when I just feel alone.
And I remind myself that though they are now gone, they left me with grief which is my constant connection to what we had when they were here. So when I feel alone and grief sweeps in, sometimes, the loneliness is just a little more tolerable.
Do you agree? Do you feel comfort in grief? Do you embrace Grief as a dance partner too?
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