Grief

As I sit here and think about what I should write, the word grief comes to mind. A few weeks ago my grandmother passed away. It hurts not only because she is my grandma, but she was a mother to me also. Some days I can’t stop crying. Some days I am okay, and some days not even music sounds good.

When we think about grieving, most of us think about someone dying. It is so much more than that. How about the loss of a job, a relationship, an account that you’ve been working hard on at work, and friendships (to name a few)?

I don’t know about you, but the older I get the more I realize I have a lot of acquaintances and very few true friends. It’s kind of funny how things change over time. The people you thought were going to be there for you aren’t, and the people you thought would never be there are. That was a process I had to grieve over.

I have learned that it is okay to cry and let out all of your emotions. It’s okay to be mad and frustrated. So many of us don’t do that. We keep everything bottled up inside, and the only person it ends up destroying is ourselves.

I challenge you to take whatever it is that’s bothering you, whatever you lost, and go ahead and grieve over it. Cry, scream, shout if you need to. If writing helps, then do that. There’s something healing in the process of grieving. Grief is the last act of love we have to give to those we loved. Where there is deep grief, there was great love.