
I welcome this thing called grief.
If grieving is present,
great love existed.
Would I grieve the loss of a stranger?
Probably not.
But grieving a loved ones loss
provides the opportunity
to remember,
reflect,
and learn.
When a memory is triggered,
more come like a flood.
Sometimes they
are accompanied by tears
and others bring smiles.
Each memory brings my love
back in my heart and mind
as though he hasn’t left.
I miss him.
I scream.
Often I swear.
Then sometimes I laugh.
When emotions settle
I reflect on
my Love’s good characteristics
and how they helped me grow
into the person I am today.
After the tears subside
(until the next time)
and breath is possible,
I remember that I am strong.
I am capable.
I will go on.
Eventually will be okay,
but I will never forget.
© Lisa P 13 July 2019
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