Grief is Not a Normal Wound

I am taking the time to reflect back on my experiences last week. Somehow I felt I was immune to episodes of intense grief. Don’t ask me why I felt that way. Maybe it was because I seemed to be doing fine, healing each day, the pain lessening when grief did surface like a normal wound does in time. I learned that grief is not a normal wound. And I looked around me, and no one else seemed to be having difficulty with grief. I haven’t done this before, so how I was supposed to know how sneaky grief can be? Yet, as the week progressed, I felt this nagging apprehension. Something was brewing, but I didn’t realize it at the time. It was much like an approaching storm: the wind started whipping, the clouds got darker, the animals took shelter. And here I was, oblivious as anything, obviously not having watched the forecast. It hit hard. Category 5. It felt like Cory had just died the day before. I was completely overwhelmed. What just hit me and why? I thought. But the universe has its methods, and they don’t always seem logical. They just ARE. I survived the storm. Now and then the storm’s effects still linger, but I made it through, ready to go on experiencing all that life has for me for whatever reasons. And I am grateful for all that life is teaching me today.