Lost And Found In Grief

On December 9, 2020, my life was inexorably changed. That was the day I lost my sister to cancer. She was two years older than me and a big sister in every way. She drove me crazy, pissed me off, made me laugh, made me cry and was always there for me. 

 

You are loved

Grief never really leaves, but little by little, it is possible to live with the pain and still be happy. If you had told me that a couple of years ago, I would not have believed you. In fact, I would have been disgusted. To me, that would have meant that whoever you had grieved for did not mean as much to you as Valerie did to me. So who the heck would you think you were to give me that kind of "support"?  

I did lose a part of myself. I will never be the same. However, one does not have to remain lost to prove love for a lost sibling/friend/spouse...

My path is different from the one I was on when my sister died, but there are still many places to see, people to meet, and experiences to be had. 

I'm working on my book. I'm writing short stories. I'm back to freelance writing. I'm posting in my blog again. 

Hello my few and treasured readers! How have you been?

Grief and Loss

From the outside it looks like any other building, but as I draw closer, the stark blackness of it engulfs me.  There is a light on in there, but it isn't very bright. The moon is behind me and I see my own reflection in the broken window. I am in pieces and splayed out in a circle. I think someone should break it out and put a new sheet of glass in there. If it breaks unexpectedly, people could get hurt. I have climbed the steps and reached the door.  I can hear them inside. There is laughing, shouting, and singing... I hesitate. If I knock on this door, someone will answer, and then I will have to go inside- where happy people play around me. In the dark.

My response to a course assignment - Describe a place from the point of view of a parent who has lost a child without pointing out they have lost a child.  

I have never lost a child. My nephew died in a car accident  three years ago and it was a living hell, but my grief was not the same as my sister's. And just this last weekend, my cousin lost his youngest - only slightly older than Danny was... and in a car accident. Life is so unpredictable. So is death. :(