I am convinced that those who are
actively grieving should form a
secret society.
With handshakes or
knowing glances.
Well, maybe not the knowing glances.
But we could
seek each other out
for comfort or commiserations.
Such a society would be
useful for days like today
when the grief was so loud
that only Metallica could
drown it out.
For the record,
that solution only
produced a splitting headache
and the tears still came
in a torrential downpour.
The society would have been useful
on Saturday when going
through a box of my Love’s
belongings brought on a full blown
“I think I’m having a heart attack”
panic attack.
So I closed up the box and
put it back in the closet.
But the one thing any society
cannot dictate
is how long or
my individual path through
this barren wilderness of grief.
So I will continue to be
grateful for 4987 days
with my Love
thankful for the support
of family and friends
and put one foot
in front of the other,
whether I can see where
I am going or not…
© Lisa P
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I am praying for you Lisa. May God bring you comfort and peace as you walk this journey. May others surround you with prayer and support. God is always walking with you.
Perhaps there is someone who is personally close to you, friend or family member, who could be with you as you go through some of these challenging moments.
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Thank you! I have a great deal of support and I am grateful for that. Your prayers mean a great deal.
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It will become easier with time. Just stay strong my friend!
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Thank you beautiful. Your encouragement means so much, especially because you’ve been in this very place… ❤️
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