One of Those Days

                                                                 
                                                              For those

of us

who are

bereaved,

&

insist

on

facing

our grief,

Life has

a

quality

the

protected

can never

know.

Today is one of those days when I am tired of myself and the undertow of my forever grief.  It’s not anything anyone else can see; especially after all these years it would not occur to anyone that I still miss her terribly.  How do I explain the hole in my soul, that is smaller then day one, but still unfilled?  Grief is such a secret in this culture that even mentioning it people turn away.  That is probably the great divide between people. The difference in the experience of the bereaved and the nonbereaved.  The nonbereaved can be happy, don’t worry.

Don’t worry this is just a brief sidetrack because her birthday is 7/11 and I always have to honor that day somehow.  It never comes exactly on schedule, but it always demands my attention.  It is a long, lonely journey.   The magic in this little tirade is that I will post this and have a great day, until grief demands my attention again.