We get through one terrible day. Then another. Eventually the first anguish of grief begins to fade. Maybe we think we have passed the worst of it. Then something will happen–the strains of a familiar song, the scent of flowers or perfume, the figure of a stranger across the street who holds her head in that familiar way–and we are overwhelmed with fresh grief.
Things will get better. But we are always open to new recall, new occasions that remind us of our loss. Our grief seems fresh again, but it, too, will pass.
May I accept the rhythms of grieving. I have enough to worry about without scolding myself that I’m still so vulnerable.
Today’s Meditation from
Healing After Loss: Daily Meditations for Working Through Grief by Martha Whitmore Hickman
