The sneaker waves of
grief are the worst.
They act like ocean
sneaker waves ...
You are unaware that
they are building: there is no warning. Life seems calm.
They creep slowly
towards you: nothing appears alarming. There is no reason to seek shelter or to
brace yourself against the onslaught. Life seems calm.
Then - SWIFTLY - they
ACT.
The gentle lapping of
the waves is whipped into a snaring, snarling, frothy onslaught that wraps
around your ankles and YANKS you OFF you feet. Dragging you out to sea.
You have been caught
in nature's snare.
There is no escape.
You are held fast in it's grip and you wonder how water - so transparent, so
LIGHT, so beautiful - can be so unrelenting, so steadfast, SO DEADLY.
You are helpless; to
be swiftly carried along in the vicious wake.
Ocean sneaker waves -
unless there is help available - will, 9 times out of 10, end in death.
The sneaker waves of
grief can also be so unrelenting. So steadfast. But, 9 times out of 10, they
don't lead to death.
We may FEEL like we
are dying a thousand deaths in 1 heartbeat.
But that is just our
heart reminding us that we are alive.
And we still feel.
Love hurts.
But love also heals.
Grief, 9 times out of
10 LEADS TO a healing ...
