With so many tragedies in the news lately, it is a terrible reminder to all of us how very fleeting and tenuous life can be. We so often take our mortality and those of our loved ones for granted. It never occurs to us that some accident or illness will take our own, until it happens, that is.
I especially feel for those who have recently lost a child, adult or young, such as the family of the Winter Olympics athelete, more recently the Brisbane schoolboy and the young girl in Bundaberg. For those parents the world as they once knew it has ceased to exist and a new reality has suddenly engulged their lives, a nightmare they cannot get out of. Loss and grief creates a fog around us and a feeling of such alienism that it traps us like a gigantic bubble – we stumble and fall and flop around in the unrelentnessness of our strange new life with it’s mushed up feelings, endless tears and relentless pain.
I read the most beautiful post recently on The Open to Hope Foundation website, in which a father describes the loss of his beautiful son six months ago. He uses the analogy of the universe to describe his grief and so eloquently outlines the pain we all feel at such a loss. Writing of such things,can be a grief support tool in itself and something we can use to assist us in processing our feelings and which may also provide a bridge, connecting us with our loved ones. It is a tool I have used over and over again to help me in my grief journey – a journey, I know, that does and will continue its meandering path.
Until next time,
Maureen
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