My husband died last April but it feels like last week. I miss him so much. Every single day. This wonderful poem has helped me a lot.
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.
Thee is no pushing through.
But rather,
There is absorption.
Adjustment.
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 definition of self.
- Gwen Flowers -