Grief Sits Gently

[SalBac]

Grief sits gently in your lap like a small, soft animal that no one else can see.

Grief sleeps on the end of your bed, waking you at 3 a.m. when it shifts and stretches.

In the morning, grief is always there crying to be fed your truest memories.

Grief becomes your ever-present companion - a profound sorrow that's also vaguely sweet, and affirming.

For while grief is a specter, it is the ghost of love.

Gradually, grief grows smaller and lighter, until one day it simply slips inside you and lies purring in your chest, because grief never leaves.

Instead it moves ever inward - the spirit of remembrance, walking on padded paws, wandering the labyrinths of your heart.

David Reece

[Bryn1020]

Nov. 10, 2009 at 12:50 PM

This made me tear up.  Grief is always there, isn't it?