Grief is such a lonely place.
When you’re in the thick of it, it’s like quicksand…there’s nothing that can help you.
And I’ve found like a surfer, you just have to ride out the wave…….
And for anyone reading who’s in that place…that’s OK too…cos I’m here to tell you, it does get better………..
I usually find if I’m down, the next day I feel stronger….and I seem to get a renewed energy to face the world with a different outlook. It’s bizarre, this concept, but it’s the roller coaster theory of being up and down…the high…and the low!
Like Friday. You see my baby went to the big smoke with the debating team.
I had to have her at the bus at 0730am stat! Which was a far bit earlier than normal….but Dempsey was excited….dressed in full uniform, with her blazer and tie knotted perfectly in place and a smile on her face that couldn’t be wiped off.
I pulled up my car behind the school bus, got out and embarrassingly (to Demps) took a proud photo of course….to capture the memory.
Then I got back in my car and sat there. I just sat there, enjoying the moment.
Through my windscreen I watched other parents come and go, dropping their kids off quickly. But I stayed that little bit longer…watching my baby’s face, lit up with excitement and enthusiasm, chatting to her friends, making silly teenage faces as she boarded the bus. Then I tucked the moment and the joy it brought to me deep in my heart, and drove off…..with Kings of Leon blaring through my car speakers, leaving the school bus behind in my rear-view mirror!
So tonight I’m a little melancholy…I don’t know why. Maybe it’s wishing for things I can’t have.
But I guess you can’t be ‘up’ all the time. And it’s OK to be a little down sometimes. As the down times make the up times so much richer. The gift of grief has taught me that….it’s also taught me
Knowing sad makes happy so much bigger and brighter.
Knowing how the lowest of lows feels means understanding up has to happen…it’s the law of gravity!!! J
Watching someone you care about achieve something they’ve worked so hard for makes success more rewarding.
Loving and losing something so precious teaches you that love is all there is. That it’s sweet and intoxicating….and addictive….and you finally g e t it!
Life seems bigger and brighter some days! Rainbows and sunrises seem more vibrant and breathtaking. They just never get old do they?
Sunrise in my front yard last week...breathtaking
There’s no cook book like Nigella's that can publish a recipe on how to cook grief so someone can taste what it’s like…to understand how it might feel or what people deal with if they've suffered loss. Only those that have been through it understand how it feels and smells and looks.
But after some time, grief can be a gift. Well, it has been with me.
It’s taught me how to embrace life, even with its sometimes cruel consequences. It’s taught me to cherish the small moments that I’m privileged with…like today with it’s winter chill. That reminded me of mother nature’s bite, but also of her beauty with a sky full of marshmallow clouds that somehow made up for the cold winter’s day.
And I don’t think I’d recognize them if it weren’t for losing the most precious thing in my world.
Loss makes you understand that life is a gift, a privilege….something to wrap both arms around and embrace and to face with energy and gusto as tomorrow is not a given for anybody.
Whatever it is…I’m grateful for it. Cos tonight I’m thankful to be sitting here, with a rich glass of merlot…..the sound of frogs serenading me on my lake…Teddy dog at my feet, my friends and family only a phone call away.
And my special little girl, sitting at her desk in her room, drawing with Derwent pencils under a halogen lamp, and gifting me with special moments, every day…..e v e r y day!
How lucky I am…..