Grief is so hard to explain. Trying to find the words…
Grief is a weight that you carry with you, that makes everything harder. It’s a road march, where you have to keep going no matter how exhausted you get. Some days, it’s dark road with no end in sight. Grief can be drowning, unable to breathe. It’s a fire that smolders and flares. It’s a speeding car out of control. Grief is being in a foreign country where everything looks the same but nothing makes sense.
But really, grief is carried on clouds.
After a death, life goes on, the sun keeps shining for everyone else. You turn your face to the sun and do your best to carry on. But clouds pass in a moment of grief that twists your face into a grimace of pain for just an instant until you get it back under control. Some days are cloudy, where everything is under shadow and a shower of tears feels just around the corner. Some thunderstorms can be predicted but you never know when a surprise storm will show up. We need the rain, but we all hope for those beautiful sunny days – when the water vapor is still there, it’s always there, but it’s diffuse.