It is said that grief never ends, but it changes - much like the suitcase full of rocks versus he suitcase full f feathers. It's a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign on weakness, nor is it a lack of faith.
It is the price of love.
I grieve for the loss of our lives - not death, but the life I wanted versus the life I now have Not that the life I have is bad, nor am I terribly unhappy. But it's not the life I saw for myself, the life "we" were supposed to have. There are 5 stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. This only works when there is some sort of closure, though - something to look on and see that it is well and truly gone. Instead, I hear things "They'll contact you when they get older" or my personal favorite "They were never yours to begin with".
If the level of grief one experiences is directly proportional to the love you felt, you guys were a part of "us", of love. We love you now and forever.
One day I'll move past the depression stage.
No comments:
Post a Comment