With my husband gone these many years, you’d think I’d be over my grief. Unfortunately, it strikes in unexpected ways, like the odor of diesel from a passing truck. Thankfully, I also come across the sweet words of another, that comforts me. This poem is by Gwen Flowers.
I had my own notion of grief. I thought it was the sad time
That followed the death of someone you love.
And you had to push through it
To get to the other side.
But I’m learning there is no other side.
There is no pushing through.
There is absorption, adjustment and acceptance.
And grief is not something you complete, but rather, you endure.
Grief is not a task to finish and move on,
But an element of yourself, an alteration of your being.
A new way of seeing, a new dimension of self.
by Gwen Flowers
There is no time to waste, so don’t complicate your lives unnecessarily. Keep it simple—in marriage, grief, joy, whatever. Even in ordinary things, like your daily routines of shopping, and so on. Deal as sparingly as possible with the things the world thrusts on you. This world as you see it is fading away. (Corinthians 7:29-31, MSG)