This time of year, we hear about all sorts of adventures: new engagements, new babies, those end-of-year letters filled with all good things that have happened in the past year, and are yet to come in the new.
Writing without the deeply personal is not the whole story of grief. To give the whole story, to give as many handholds as possible in the steep climb of grief, we need to hear personal stories. Each Friday, I’ll post something from my own experience of grief and love. It’s an inside look at love, at grief, at life. Today, a post I wrote early in my own grief: some short words on witnessing others’ adventures.
all these people
taking off on adventures
with the ones they love.
Mexico. Florida. London.
Upstate New York and Niagara
(which was the road trip we’d just finished planning the night “before”.)
Crete, for goodness sake.
And I am here,
ground covered in ice and snow,
pooped out from a trip to the
store to buy myself flowers
and cough drops,
still stunned that the one I take adventures with
has gone on ahead.
And it sucks.
How about you? How does hearing about the wonderful lives of others’ impact you, in your grief? Let us know in the comments.