To you this day…
Dear one, I don’t presume to know the depths of your being, where loss will rip apart the very core.
What I do know? Death is surreal, shock insulates a bit with numbness, every bit of us grasps for what was, as what is cannot be.
Look it in the eye… when you are able.
Until then, survive!
Scream, cry out, run, walk, write, hug, laugh, eat, don’t eat, sleep, pace, stare off, swim, talk… release when you are able. Your body… your depths will push you. Listen to you above all the voices swirling. Over and over, bits of the impossible will flow away with each expression of release.
How long?… until our day… the sun rises, the sun sets, we breathe in, we exhale out, and life awaits our return from the brink of death.
The voices swirling around grief often are filled with letting go… let go, move on, remember yet forget… Sometimes, just sometimes, holding on is needed.
hold him tight… let him fill all the empty spaces…
for neither has let go.
time… need… reality… will bring a letting go,
but for now, hold him tight… let him fill all the empty spaces
©dg
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