Grief is a wave.

At times, grief is seen in the distance, an inescapable force. There’s nothing that can stop its inevitable advance.

Other times the wave hits from behind, unanticipated, dumbfounding, a shock.

It crests high, freezes time before breaking, inundating like a tsunami, sending the world tumbling in its turbulent upheaval.

The wave stretches into the future, rising and falling, frothing and churning, cresting and breaking again over unseen rocks beneath the surface.

Leaving its mark like raw sand.

4 thoughts on “Grief

  1. Other times, it is a gentle throb in the background, lulling you to sleep with memories that rise from the deep.

  2. Recently my nephew married a young woman from Mexico. Before too long she took a great dislike to my sister, her mother-in-law. When she arrived in the U.S. the whole family tried to make her adjustment an easy one but in her mind she believed we didn’t accept her. After 2 years she has convinced my nephew we are unkind and disrespectful to her and convinced my nephew not to speak to his parents or anyone else in the family. This situation has hit my family like a sudden death. Nothing like this has ever happened in my family and I am at loss to think what to do about it. We think she has a bo
    rderline personality disorder but this doesn’t change the situation.

    1. I think there’s many different types of grief. This post was inspired by good friends experiencing the passing of a close family member; it also can be the grief of loss of a life situation or loss of a family member who is still here yet no longer with us for one reason or another. I experience grief over the loss of my mother as well, although I see her a few times a month. Thank you for sharing, Ronnie.

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