Grief is a wild ride. At many points in this journey (is that what I’m supposed to call it?) my mind tells me nothing has changed. I assume he is still sitting in his arm chair, there when I make it home, a voice in the background waiting for its opportunity to connect when I speak to the parent I have left. But today, as I sit and write, I remember he has left. Gone to where I cannot reach. The pilar, a cornerstone, the ever unpredictable constant, gone. And I crumble.
As I’ve come to understand, their are no words to describe grief, only feelings. For those that have experienced it, it is known that we are forever changed, forever heartbroken, forever wiser. For those who have not experienced it, I pray grief finds you late.
Ify