Death is never forgotten... For the ones that remain carry a pain so deep only death itself can heal it. When past memories are the only way to gauge happiness reality is somehow lost. Lost somewhere in the past and future and missing everything in between.
Grief has a way of hiding underneath everything. After all the anger and pain subside, life comes back or so we think. Grief is tricky it keeps coming back, relentless at times. Grief exposes all the holes in our hearts. Those same holes that we fill with stuff. Stuff like cars and clothes and handbags. None of this "STUFF" will ever fill the holes left by death.
That cavern is like the ocean. Some days the waves flow in and out as expected. Then a hurricane comes and blows everything to bits. Every time crumbling my heart like a wooden ship. We're taught to move on, to just get over it. Hearts can't be put back together like humpty dumpty.
No adjective can describe the emptiness left when a loved one passes on. To all of you who are grieving or missing or hurting.... That pain inside doesn't define you. Your greatness here in the present is vital to moving forward. Live in their honor... Take control of life and live it.
We owe it to our loved ones here to be "present" before we're just a memory ourselves.
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