The Strangeness Of Grief
My minister shared this article with me.
My grief was feeling less profound. My heart was feeling lighter. Yesterday’s Wednesday didn’t carry the dread that the last weeks of Wednesdays had.
Then I read this article, which I’m glad I read, and I’m reminded that the grief can still make me gasp. My eyes still well up.
My heart still aches, despite having had moments of crying with laughter in the last weeks.
Such is the strangeness of grief. It never really leaves; the intensity alters.
