Bringing a little personal into this blog, as if my poems weren’t personal enough. Big over exaggerated eye roll, as a deep HUH escapes my belly!
If you have stumbled across my blog, you probably can guess these three things about me. Someone special to me passed away, I love nature, and children’s poems make me happy.
I’d like to share a little more of my story with you this frigid March morning. If you guessed my mom, you are right. She has been gone for almost three decades, since I was eleven. Surprised it was so long ago? I know, I was too. It feels so fresh, so raw.
About a year ago marked some sort of weird anniversary, my daughter turned eleven and I turned thirty-eight (same age as my mom when she died). Grief has a funny way of sneaking up on you…Cue the current shit storm I’ve been traveling through. Very much alone. I thought Author, Cathy Lamb’s, description of this journey is spot on. I return to her quote often to remind myself, not that I’m alone, but that it’s ok to let myself experience the pain. Hopefully, this will lead to my own peace, if only for a moment.
But grief is a walk alone. Others can be there and listen. But you will walk alone down your own path, at your own pace, with your sheared-off pain, your raw wounds, your denial, anger and bitter loss. You’ll come to your own peace, hopefully…but it will be on your own, in your own timeCathy Lamb, Author
What I believe to be true about grief, is it’s a journey, a unique, ugly, beautiful journey. You must walk through the valleys, as you celebrate the peaks. It’s all Life.
What is your experience with grief?
Stay tuned for more TALKING TO YOU… Until then, I’ll be busy living, I hope you are too!