Tuesday, July 2, 2013 2:26 PM
Wednesday, July 3, 8:30 AM
Grief does not come in shades of gray. It is blacker than black.
Life's struggles and troubles will, at times, overpower this grief. It stares it down and shoves it to the side. It can lull and numb this grief into a glazed hypnotic state.
Grief will not stay away. It sneaks up and whispers, “I’m still here.” It chants its soft mantra until I am too weary.
I was sad yesterday and I am sadder today.
I miss my son, Joseph Christopher. I will never understand why he is not here today, like he was just yesterday, with Domani, to collect sea shells, build castles in the sand and chase waves on a hot summer day.
And so I gave in and gave up. I cried and then I slept.
I'm sorry, Lynda, sorry that you live with that pain. Sorry that nothing can take that way. I am glad you gave in to the tears. As you noted the other day in that post that I wrote, there is something healing in the emotional tears. Grief visits but then, when it is given some attention rather than pushed aside, it finally goes away again (for awhile). Here's to the comfort found in tears. JT
ReplyDeleteThank you. The pain is more difficult at certain times. And it usually seems to be random as to when it will occur. Perhaps a glance at an old photo or a thought of a fond memory.
ReplyDeleteRoss is a great support, but I think for others in my life it is harder for them to talk to me about Joe and my loss. So I write about it and "talk" to them that way.