Friday, March 4, 2011


Grief. One syllable. Easy to pronounce. Yet one of the hardest things a person can and will go through. Sometimes grief is silent, coming in the darkest hours of night or sitting in the back of our minds waiting to be provoked. Sometimes grief is loud. Like a rogue wave crashing on the beach violently...without warning. Grief leaves scars on our hearts that people can't see. We hide our grief because we are ashamed, scared, overwhelmed, defeated. Grief is like another language that no one else speaks. Lost in translation. Our no other. We grieve for things we have done, things we won't do, things we wish we had done, things we missed out on, words we wished we had said, pictures we didn't take, moments taken for granted. We grieve for each other. And I grieve for you.