One never realizes how far they have come in their
own journey of grief until they look back upon it. I just
found this poem I wrote about my mother dated March 14, 2021.
Paralysis
While spring has sprung,
the memory of death is all around me.
My nostrils welcome the sweet aroma of the springtime air
while it hides the putrid stench of decay and loss
with its perfume, a beguiling mask, a welcome escape.
The birds sing while I weep
Announcing the rebirth, a new beginning...a hunger for life
After such an unceremonious ending
My heart is broken.
Will this sadness dissipate or
Do I also just slip away into the night
Alone, lost and fearing the cold hand of death?
by Mildred Ratched aka Red Kitten >^.^<
That's enough for today...I think I may go paint a picture!
Grief is perhaps the most individual journey we take. I firmly believe that we don't 'get over it'. Instead we learn to live with it. Mostly. And some days it will bite us just as hard as it ever did.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree with you more. Some days I think I'm doing great and then POW something hits me and it's like I'm back at square one, but you know when that happens it's okay because the grief I feel is for someone I love dearly and that love doesn't just go away.
DeleteThere is no loss quite like that of a parent. Our first home is the heart of our parents, and i am not looking forward to the day when i have to face that.
ReplyDeleteI now live in the house that was my parents and I feel their presence with me all the time. It's both sad and comforting. I especially feel my mother when I go out in her art studio. I guess it's because she spent so much time out there. I know it certainly was her favorite place to be.
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