The other day, I imagined what Grief would say to me if Grief could talk… I thought I would send this to you and wonder if you relate to this at all.

What I Imagine Grief Saying to someone about me… and YOU….

I didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t invite me in. She tried to avoid me…. She hated me at first…She sometimes still wishes I would leave her alone…

The moment her world cracked open, I came rushing in like a tide….unrelenting, overwhelming, unwanted. Not to hurt her, but to be WITH her…

Here I am.

She shows up tattered… I am with her…
She laughs sometimes now …even though I’m still here.

She cries herself to sleep some days, and Still I am here

She creates. She speaks. She loves….Some days, she feels lost and scared….

I sit beside her through all of it.

You might think she’s ‘doing well’ because she’s here with you, with words and wisdom and presence. But, She is like every other widow…. Asking the same questions. “Why?” “Why Us”. “Why now?” “WHY, Why, Why???”

I’m still with her when the house goes quiet. I am with her with all of the unanswered questions…I with her when she doubts herself and I with her as she rebuilds in tears. I am with her….

When she hears that one song….. when she see’s an old photo…
When she speaks out his name, it’s with a heart that remembers…yet, I am still here….

She doesn’t need pity.
She doesn’t need fixing.
She needs to be witnessed by…….

People brave enough to sit with the sacred mess.

That’s what I love to see for her…Still I sit by her side…

People who understand that grief isn’t a season…..it’s a companion that walks with her now.

I walk with her….

I am not her weakness.
I am the shape love takes when it has nowhere to go.
I am what remains of something beautiful, and painful, and real.

She’s learning how to walk with me.

Some days she stumbles. Some days she walks upright…She’s messy, She’s quiet, She’s bold…She’s tired… She’s mad… She is……

One thing remains, she always shows up…not despite me, but with me.

My Sweet sister….If you are reading this… I know you understand… because I am yours too….

You’re not alone.
There is no timeline.
And there’s no shame in feeling broken while still holding onto hope…

I am Grief…. I love you…Be patient with yourself… and let me guide you.

I hope this resonates with you and I am so honored to be part of your journey and for you to be part of mine.

I deeply care for each and every one of you…EVEN if we haven’t met..

I love you!

Gina~