Tell me how to get to that point. In the last two years, I've watched my mother and my mother in law die; I watched one of my favorite cats die; and in the years before that, so many friends and other animals. I have no fear of death, and have been able to find beauty in death and in dying. But the grief? That I cannot seem to ever find beautiful, or spacious. And I definitely do not love being a human being.
And then I read this amazing response about grief on Reddit (and the first reply to the response that the title of this post came from). I remember describing grief as waves in almost just this way, so I suppose that makes the feeling almost universal. I do know that the loss can be so overwhelming that sometimes, you want to stop fighting the feeling of drowning and just drown. But instead, you just hold on and float.
I feel like I have been floating for a very long time. I think I'm ready to get out of the water.
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