My dear friend wrote this piece on grief. I wanted to share with you today,because someone needs to hear this!!
I can’t write about this.
I can’t write about the hole in my chest too big to wrap my arms around. I can’t write about how the pain grows too great, so my body’s reaction is to shut it down, to numb the wound, and refocuses it’s energy on everything else. I can’t write about the “lost cause” in my life.
I wish I could walk you through the timeline of grief, and show you the good, bad, and the completely unimaginable, but the funny thing about grief is it’s a disappearing act. It comes and goes as it pleases without a care for your life. It’s messy, and doesn’t reveal itself when you’re home alone and ready to invite it in. It waits. Festers. And sits just out of sight, waiting for the most inopportune moment to drip back into the forefront of your mind. Grief is fluid. Never…
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