I know that we have all lost someone and that we all grieve in different ways. I want to talk about the sadness that we can feel when someone we have had adventures with and laughed with and made plans with, passes suddenly.
My Uncle died several weeks ago. I didn’t feel grief like I have with other people who have died. Instead, I felt and still feel this heavy sadness that is like a blanket that I cannot shake off. It stays with me. I am doing fun things, liking walking my dog with my friends and out of no where, the weight of the blanket wraps around me and I lose track of the conversation. I look up to the sky. I am lost momentarily. And then someone calls me back.
Or, I am busing doing household chores, and I stop because I remember a time where we were out to dinner or sitting on the house steps drinking iced tea and telling stories. Or he was showing me pictures of my cousins, spread out in different places.
I am sad. I am sad for me. I am sad for his wife and for my cousins. I am sad for all the people that knew him and loved him.
I am sad for all the people that have lost people this year in wars, violence, illness, and accidents.
I know that time will balance out the sadness to memories and the happy times. Eventually, peace will come.
Blessings,
Judy
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Blessings,
Judy