a home and family for grief
The grief triggers are never surprising in retrospect but earth-shattering as they hit you like a tornado in the middle of the night in a town with no sirens. The devastation is quick and shaking, and then you are just left in the aftermath. A thought A smell A memory A song The daily task at hand It is everything and nothing, and it comes in waves like a summer storm on the all too often, visited favorite spot on the lake. The place that was bright, airy, and brought joy yesterday beings tears, confusion, angry, or exhaustion today. Grief is draining. When you think your safe it sneaks up like a thief. When you except it, prepare for it, wait for it, grief laughs and subtly shutters off to hide in the breeze. It changes, grief, like the morning light and evening dawn shifting with weather, seasons, and the all too strange tilt of the universe. It never shows up quite the same but when it saunders off you know the visitors name, you know it was there, grief never leaves without