After Loss ... The Journey
Grief ... My Journey By Marggie Rassler
For those who have not read my other writings on grief, I'm processing the grief of the sudden loss of my mother. With each day I sense a difference, more steps forward less steps backward. Thank you, to those who pray for me.
What am I learning?
Grief seems more of a teaching journey this time. I'm relearning some lessons and digesting new ones.
I've found out that there're variables that make grief different on this ocassion. With me being older, grief brings closer the day of my own final goodbyes. There's even more of a need to leave things here
on earth done ... whatever I feel I've been call to do. Life has become even a more precious treasure, family and friends of the utmost importance, while the emotions that arise through triggers at times seem unbearable.
Here's my latest finding about grief. Again, I hope it helps someone. That really matters to me.
Grief ... My Journey by Marggie Rassler
Grief
has rabies.
He
growls and sinks fangs
into
hearts. Unexpectedly.
His
ambush rapes composure.
After,
Reasoning rushes to help
And
stands you back up while
Grief
cowers, crawling into
His
subterranean home,
awaiting
that trigger,
which
summons him,
to his next assignment.
So
Grief labors sharpening
His
weapons of torture,
Incognizant
that each
of
his assaults wrestled
by
Time and Faith,
do shrink him ... some.
