Grief is overwhelming, encompassing, immutable
Stretches of numbing calm, broken savagely, unexpectedly by surging waves of pain
It’s knowing that everything you believed to be true yesterday will never again be true
The sudden realization that the only tangible thing left of the person is pictures, written down words, and the burning hole they left inside of you
It’s the last words they ever said to you, and exactly how they sounded, etched into your heart and mind forever
It’s things you didn’t say, but meant to.
Grief is crying so hard and so much that you don’t look the same anymore
The skin on your face red, bruised, brittle and stinging, as if you were walking through a sandstorm
and there isn’t a tissue in the whole world soft enough
A giant boulder blocking your road to tomorrow, and the only thing that can wear it down is the excruciatingly slow passage of time
Grief is knowing how good it would feel to give up, to lay down forever, and forcing yourself to go on anyway
Knowing there will be a day when the tears stop coming, the waves recede and the things you remember don’t paralyze you when you least expect it
Grief isn’t giving up…it’s going on
One breath after another
Pushing yourself up and out of bed
One foot in front of the other
One long day after another
One unbidden memory after another
And it is the voice you will never forget
Walking through a sandstorm.
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