I never would have pictured myself being so ecstatic and thrilled and jazzed up to talk about death and loss and grief. I never would have thought my heart would beat faster at the thought of making another widowed person laugh at something dark, through their tears. I never saw it coming that my life would consist of comforting people and listening to people as they walk through this narrow and confusing unlit pathway called grief. 

But here I am, ecstatic. 

Here I sit, heart beating … 

Here I wait, to by that listening ear 

for the next person in pain. 

I like telling someone who is sitting in the darkness,

that it may be awhile longer, 

but they WILL feel better and

they WILL want to live again, 

even thrive again. 

They may even love again. 

Either way,

life will be something they once again

desire. 

 

This is my favorite thing, 

seeing someone emerge out of that darkness

and find pieces of hope to hang onto. 

 

What a beautiful reason to wake up in the morning.