WAVES OF GRIEF

Have you ever been swimming in the ocean when out of nowhere, the violent crash of an unsuspecting wave knocks the air from your lungs? You catch your breath just long enough for another surge to thrust you beneath the surface. You fight to regain balance, saltwater burning with every inhale.

Eventually, the panting will subdue and the physical pain will subside. Then just as you regain yourself, a heavy swell catches you off guard.

That’s what grief is like.

One minute you’re going about the day, then without warning, the air is ripped from your lungs and you’re left reeling; surprised by the rapid onset.

Pain comes and goes in these waves. Will it ever stop? I don’t know. Does the ocean ever stop crashing into the shoreline?