Grief is a journey they tell me. With stages and progression. You walk the path and tread the steps of thousands of people before you and you come to accept that this is the way things are.
That is what they tell me.
What they don’t tell me is how some days, there is no forward progress. Some days, all you can do is plant your feet, lean into the wind and refuse to move backward. Some days, waves break over you until you can’t breathe.
That is what they don’t tell you.
Time heals everything they say.
I don’t doubt that it does.
I am certain that time will take away my hurt, my pain. It will fill the wound left behind by death.
Time will cover the hole left behind, until a scar is left.
But,
I doubt,
that time will heal the missing.
Scars will form and the pain will lessen.
But, I don’t think the missing will go away.
Because even as it would be nice to not feel the longing and the wanting,
as long as I still miss her it proves that she was here.
Once.
Perhaps the missing will not go away, but memories will fill the gap. 🙂
Oh sweetheart. xoxo
No, the missing will not go away. Nor, for me, did the longing or the wanting. Like the tides, it ebbs and flows. And the pain really will recede, one day.
BTW, I meant to say, the writing here is simply beautiful.
No, it doesn’t go away. But you wear your wounds with pride because it shows that you have lived and that you have loved.
My grandmother died years ago and it has never gone away. You are right its hard to accept when others say that time will help with it. Time only changes the rawness not the missing. I actually find myself remembering less as I age not more. I still talk to her everyday via my mind. The only thing it has changed is that I know that when it is my time she will be there waiting. I’m with you on this one.
I know. Oh God how I know.
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