Grief quietly made …
… an appearance yesterday. My co-worker went to the lunchroom and I heard a crash and a bang, and my heart stopped until I heard the microwave door open and knew that everything was okay. I didn’t hear Dennis fall in the kitchen. I didn’t hear a crash or a bang. Not that it would have made a difference, but there probably Was a crash and a bang when he fell. Tears slowly ran down my cheeks and gathered under my chin. A few deep breaths and grief slipped back into its box. Always there on the shelf.
It’s terrible how the smallest things can trigger an upwelling of grief – although there are people I’m sure who would say that is an important part of the process. Although, I was never really a fan of labelling grief a “process”. Sorry that you are hurting, and I hope you find some light in your day.
@thediarymaster
Thank you DM:) Neither am I a fan of the term “process” … I see grief as an experience rather than a process … one of those challenging, yet interesting life experience (sigh)
@teamarea so true, I hope that you will find peace with it.
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I am sorry that was a trigger for you…..Is it okay if I just give you a great big huge bear hug?
@jaythesmartone
Thank you <3 Triggers come and go about different things and usually, there’s a common theme for what triggers me and how I react. This trigger is totally unique, and the quiet pain that resulted … I managed it well:)
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It’s the strangest of things when something like that happens. I hope the next wave to come is far and away, and small.
@poisonnoir
Thank you <3 I don’t fear emotions like I used to and I suppose that progress in itself.
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