Life’s little moods

A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:

Our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, poet (1792-1822)

 

And loss is loss, be it a day, a month, a year, a decade or even 24 years.

February 2, 2000 was one of those days, my children lost their father, I my husband.

And if the tragedy of the loss has diminished the remembered pain survives.

 

Putting away grief – and the Christmas tree – are some of the hardest things to do.

Today I did both.

Grief and Remembrance

 

Grief doesn’t disappear,

It crashes into one likes the waves on the rocks,

Then recedes quietly as it came.

Before the next wave.

 

It comes like a thief, stealing one’s breath

and thoughts – an uneasy return to the past.

One learns to adapt - to “live” with grief,

one never learns to forget it.

 

The memories surface at their own pace

And one’s will is no match,

One can only ride the tide

And wait for calmer waters.

 

Grief is an ongoing fact of life.

One with which one learns to live,

But never accept.

 

RIP little sis, you were loved, you are remembered!