I’m not an expert on the topic of grief, but I’m well experienced in the process of grieving. I know enough to know that each of us grieve in different ways.
A drive down a beautiful countryish road.
A tune coming from the car radio–a song I like, it warms my heart.
The words–I’ll love you when you’re gone gone gone–and there it is.
The wash of grief. The unexpected tears making it difficult to see the road.
I try to focus on the beautiful Magnolia blooms that are bursting, the beginnings of the pink puffs on the Mimosa trees.
It all seems surreal.
I navigate my thoughts from the pain over loss, and remember their lives. Remembering a personal characteristic unique to that person, and that one, and that one…..
The memory of my dad, triggers the memory of my brother, my sister, my grandma, the memory of…..
Take a moment.
Remember their lives, and I smile because I had the pleasure of their presence in my life.
And that makes me blessed.