Your loss is yours.
How you grieve the death of the person you loved is on your terms.
Nobody else’s.
It is yours.
Your timeline.
Your tears.
Your laughter…because laughter really is somehow tied up into the mixture of grief.
There is no other timeline other than your own.
There is no measuring tape for this time of yours.
There is no finish line.
There are no medals.
No prizes.
This is yours.
Your triumphs that echo on each day that you make the choice to simply swing your feet to the floor each morning.
You brushed your teeth?
Brava!
You showered?
Bravo!
You moved your body with a brief walk?
High five!
You stayed in bed with the covers drawn snugly and stared into, well, who knows what we stare into but our own souls and our own lives that feel the emptiness of absence…?
But good on you for caring for yourself on this day you stayed in bed.
Your grief is your dance with life.
It’s your dance with death.
It’s your triumphs and it is also your setbacks.
Or at least what you perceive as setbacks.
Life is filled with stumbles and awkwardness always, and grief simply exacerbates what life already is.
Your grief is yours, do you hear?
Own it.
Name it.
Dress it up with sequins and sparkle.
Dress it down with black crepe and mysterious veils.
Grief is here uninvited so bring it right in and sit it down and let it just be whatever it is.
Let nobody tell you otherwise.
Read that over and over and over again.
It. is. yours.
Own it.
And let nobody take it from you.
Or advise you how to do it.
Or judge you.
Or shame you.
You just walk with power, letting the tears that are really just liquid Love flow freely as your body releases the stress.
Grief. Love.
Love. Grief.
Where does one begin and the other end?
Let nobody diminish or remove your right to grieve how you need to grieve~
