Yet, our grief needs to be felt deeply, and aknowledged fully, or it transforms itself as a heavy coat we'll be wearing through our new summers.
so true...yet sometimes it just seems so hard. sometimes we just force ourselves to stay in that room... long until we find a greater strength to force ourselves out.
A funny room, indeed. Once you enter it you can never leave, or never shed something you picked in passage through there. Life becomes nuanced after grief -- never sweeter, never more bitter. Here's to life after greivous wounds by Blogger; or were they just aggravating? - Brendan
let the dead bury the dead.we owe all our care to the livingeven when they're no longer with us.this image, erin, yes that's just how it feels."i can't see straight for all the grief." a true statement to anyone who has experienced it.
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))