Sunday, January 26, 2014

Only the Good Die Young

My uncle married late in life, to a wonderful women with two beautiful little children. Today while my cousin was at cheer practice she passed out and then later died at the hospital. Later doctors discovered that a blood clot had passed from her leg into her lungs cutting off her oxygen supply. It was a rare thing, a rare terrible thing and we are all in complete shock. How could a young, healthy, active young girl be gone so quickly.

I don’t grieve well and I could never put it into words. Sometimes we find solace in shared grief. I don’t. I wish I did. I wish I could cry and hug and talk about how wonderful the person was and how much I miss them. But instead I freeze and it takes me forever… years before I start to thaw. So I find solace in other ways. I find it alone. I find it hiding. I find it reading. This explains it all -

“The truth is there are losses you never get over. They break you to pieces and you can never go back to the original shape you once were, and so you will grieve your own death with that of your beloved lost.Your grief is your love, turned inside-out. That is why it is so deep. That is why it is so consuming. When your sadness seems bottomless, it is because your love knows no bounds” source http://www.rebellesociety.com/2013/12/18/5-lies-you-were-told-about-grief/

“The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see — the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it.” ~ Katie McGarry

1 comment:

paul peggy zeus said...

Everyone grieves differently. I saw an entirely new way of grieving this time around.

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