Griefs Stormy Winds

Griefs stormy winds blew my stable house down like it was made of cheap weak plaster. The very foundation, as I knew it crumbled right before my eyes. The death of my husband changed the direction of my life.  Now the high-and low-pressure winds often blow counterclockwise, and I am learning to adjust to griefs barometer.

Grief can feel like living two lives. One where you hide behind the I’m doing fine mask and the other where your heart silently screams out in pain. Grief tore away the very fabric of my existence and tossed me violently into a whirlwind of emotions that I was barely equipped to cope with.

My Grief Journey Has Taught Me

That grief comes in waves, and it will neither be convenient or practical when it strikes.

That grief is as individual as a fingerprint and its ok to move through it at my own pace

To shift my mind to a positive place when the tumultuous winds called fear, anger, loneliness, and despair blow

That when the storm of grief welled up from deep inside my soul to let my tears wash over me.

To carry love in my darkest hours of despair and allow it to fill my heart with joy.

That although grief never fully goes away, the acute pain you felt when your loved one initially passed away does dull with time.

That life goes on, and it hurts, but I will be OK

That I can never go back to the person I was before the loss, but my mind can always wander back to the time when love was quiet and still.

WHAT Has Your Grief Experience Taught You?

 By the Indomitable Widow