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Coping With Grief - Blog Posts
reporting live from the war inside my head.
I read that Grief is a derived word
A word that stemmed from the Latin word gravis.
Gravis - Heavy.
A weight that we've to carry on our own
Because there's only I in Grief.
Most often there are no exit wounds.
It tears your skin and lodges within.
Sometimes we learn to live with it.
Sometimes we have to cut ourselves open and let it out.
And when there are exit wounds,
You've to be courageous enough to let it pass through you.
Tear open your skin twice.
There's no Us in Grief.
I can only sit next to you and hold your hand
While you're hurting.
Hoping you'll pull through.
And then help you stitch your exit wounds.
Looking through old photo albums, feels like reading the life’s story of a familiar stranger.
Someone who once was my person of comfort— memories lost and disconnected in the back of my mind.
If she stood here before me I don’t know if tears would flood my eyes, if I would run for a hug, or if I would feel anything at all.
I don’t remember much about her character— I don’t remember her mannerisms, her fears, or really anything personal about her. All that I have left of her is her favorite flower and her favorite songs.
And I’m sure we would’ve been best friends, but I lost her too soon.
I miss my mom.
What is missed is the lifetime of growing old with her that was taken from me. And I will never have that back.
I will never have my mom.
something for her, something for me, something we both hated and something we both liked but didn't finish