After Loss ... The Journey

       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.