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Wednesday, July 24, 2019


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 ...