What I am Learning about Grief. 

What I am learning about grief, is that it is not equal.

 It slugs some hard in the chest, and leaves a hole, too long empty. 

It gently caresses others letting them know that although they are alone today in their sadness, they are not alone, at all.

Some need the wailing and weeping and shedding of tears,  to feel the hand of death, close and painful.

While others shake hands with that dark cloak, and sit quietly, reading a book of Joy, waiting  for him to decide it is time to leave.

No two persons experience Grief the same.

Fathers have been buried in silence, while Mothers have cried silent tears in the night because their bed is empty on one side

Brothers have been cheered and celebrated as they have come home from overseas,  only to find themselves quarantined at home for weeks, and still separated from the family they love.

I have learned that Joy can come from Grief.

 Pain is relieved and suffering is gone.  Bodies laid gently to rest under the watchful eye of family,  much to the uncomfortableness of the workers who usually don’t have an audience.

Babies still giggle as your heart longs to hold them. Now, letters come in the mail that never came before.  You’ve got mail is heard from the box to the door.

Flowers still bloom and remind us that we are all reborn from our dark cold grief into something beautiful, something that is more than it ever was before. 

Something that now shares that moment of night, with the sunshine of warmer days