Grief – Personal But Universal
Grief – Personal But Universal
Grief is hard to explain.
I won’t even try.
It’s personal and yet it’s universal.
The thing is that no matter how open you are to that reality–that knowledge deep inside your hurting heart that everyone feels it–no matter how logical you know that it is … your own grief–the part of you that is eaten away by loss–it feels different. You gried will always seem larger, more all consuming, more painful and less like anyone else’s than makes any sense. It may be selfish and ridiculous, but I can tell you with some degree of certainty that no two people feel grief the same way.
And so, here I will be selfish. I will write about a loss and a period of grief (does it count as a period of time if it’s the rest of your life?) that is all mine. There’s a chance – I believe a good chance – that someone will relate to bits and pieces of the madness, the sadness, the metamorphasis…a chance. But, less you knew my son, unless you spent every moment with him that I did, unless you are living my life…it won’t all make sense.
In the days…weeks…months….years to come, I’ll open up a window into what it’s like to lose a child–how it changes you, how every thing that happens to you and to everyone else that knows you after that dreadful point is clearly different than before.
My only hope is that after peering into this window youhave the great fortune to be able to turn and walk away without ever suffering the horror of climbing through it.
My brain doesn’t ever shut down, the thoughts, memories, new realizations just keep coming. So, this is just a beginning and I’ll write frequently….
For now, This is what I know….
