i met my grief today. i made peace with it, i named it, i felt it, i walked with it, i escorted it, i let it be free in the waves, grief, the grips of grief, they are strong, she is strong this visitor, and she stays a long time, she doesnt get invited, and she doesnt give a shit, she arrives when she arrives and you dont even know she is there until you are ready to see her, she doesnt care, shes there regardless. oh, she'll wait, she'll wait as long as it takes for you to recognize her. she is patient like the grains of sand. she wont get your attention, she emmerges slowly, you feel her presence over and over, but you dont really know what it is until she starts to appear and then you can name her, and feed her and take care of her and be with her and then, when you feel the connection, when in actuality, you start to take care of yourself the way you did her, her work is done and she can leave. goodbye grief, you are a fierce and strong companion, i understand why you come and i am grateful that you come and sit shiva for as long as i need.
