Grief, oh so graciously, hung around to remind me I was not alone. Grief held my hand when I felt lonely; whispered in my ear to remind me they were near. Grief wrapped itself around me, held me tight. Tight. And tighter, until I could barely breathe.
There are days when I almost forget, days when life is too busy to allow time for private thoughts and I can pretend that it is all just a bad dream. But there are also days when grief is overpowering and I’m left little time to think of anything else – this was written on such a day. My mind was flooded and at that moment I felt so incredibly alienated. So small. However, I found comfort with grief and its constant presence – it reminded me that I was not alone. Not simply due to grief’s ever-present eye, but because it reminded me of all the others who felt as I did at this moment.
