This blog has been in the making for a couple years and I guess never come to the top of my to-do list. With the Stay-at-Home orders in Louisiana, a friend of mine encouraged me to start it. I have dealt with a lot of loss and grief in my life and counseled people for many years around issues of loss, of death, of feeling trapped in some suffering. Throughout the next few blogs I promise to let you know why you should trust me as having anything important to say that might help you. A “tease” for you is that even on the day my son died, I found something for which I could be grateful.
In the meantime, I hope this poem from A Journey Through Grief by Alla Renee Bozarth, Ph.D. helps a bit.
I bear down hard
On all life’s losses.
Each one is unique, it’s true.
As no love is the same,
no loss is.
I have to let each one
out of me separately,
give each loss the scream
that belongs in its
own love’s ecstasy.
If I succeed, one by one,
in letting go,
in remembering myself,
I may again know
that dreamy sweetness,
the smells of love,
what life is, the feeling
of emergence from bliss.