Grief is an interesting beast. Grief sneaks up on us through a smell, a look, a song, or even in dreams. Experiencing “loss” is something we will all endure in our lives causing us all to walk through different levels of grief.
Today I saw that People Magazine wrote a short story about my nephew who was taken from us over 5 years ago. It was tough to see the story in print. I cried.
During the first year of grief I was sad and angry at God for having this sadness as part of our family’s story. How?? Why?? I raged inside. I cried a lot. Then God began to speak to my heart; asking me to trust him with the questions and the grief ~ He is so good. But the tears would still fall.
Over the years I have cried at the oddest times, it just happens. Oceans remind me of him, homeless people ( for whom he had great compassion) remind me of him, electronic music reminds me of him, his nieces remind me of him ~ He’s always just a thought away and he is always missed.
Today I cried again. I know it won’t be the last time, grief is kind of like that.