Grief is a North Atlantic wave crashing on a rocky shore. She drags your heart across the sharp rocks, pulling you down to her cold bosom. The dark bottom, the depths of despair. Your strength goes into staying above the crashing wake. Below the waves the calm deceives, inviting your surrender.
I often think of my grief as walking along and unsuspectingly stepping into a deep hole.....struggle awhile and then slowly climb out and continue.....carrying a wet, lingering reminder, but moving forward. You are much more eloquent than I. Thanks Linda.
I often think of my grief as walking along and unsuspectingly stepping into a deep hole.....struggle awhile and then slowly climb out and continue.....carrying a wet, lingering reminder, but moving forward. You are much more eloquent than I. Thanks Linda.