Grief is like a wave, sometimes you’re going along just fine, and the next moment you are struggling to catch your breath. They say that time heals all wounds, but I am not quite so sure that this is true. I would be more inclined to say that time lessens the pain of the wound, but the memory of how that wound occurred will always be there. Time does a good job of allowing us to develop tools to deal with and process our emotions, but the awesome (and sometimes not so awesome) quality of human beings is our ability to remember. Have you ever been close to sleep and something that you did years ago pops into the forefront, and you’re just as mortified now as you were back then?
To me, grief is like that. You can be going about your day, and a smell, a song, a landmark, etc., brings all the memories flooding back, and with the wonderful memories, comes the pain of knowing that you will no longer be able to make any new memories with your loved one. No matter how many years it’s been, it doesn’t take much for those intense feelings to come pop back into full focus.
With the upcoming Easter holiday, I will be riding my own waves of grief, as this will be the first holiday that my grandmother will not be in attendance. I am trusting in my faith to get me through, and will also cherish the memories that I have. I was blessed enough to have my grandmother for 31 years, and during that time she gave me many valuable lessons, as well as the tools needed to survive without her.
If there any others who are struggling with a loss, recent or not so recent, I pray that you find comfort in your memories. Hold on the good times, and speak those memories into existence. You are not alone.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. Happy Friday!