When someone dies, it can feel like a tornado hit your heart, and the earth is upside down.

When the funeral comes, it can feel like a relentless brain freeze on a hot summer’s day.

When the gravesite is on the horizon, it can feel like a gut punch, and you wonder why the referee disappeared.

Grief is an endless process.

When the holiday rolls in, it can feel like the time bomb restarted.

When the birthday pops up, it can feel like the helium was stolen too soon.

When the anniversary shows up, it can feel like the promises are shattered and forgotten.

Grief is a wretched thief.

Never sparing. Never resting. Never pausing.

Yet, grief has a process, inviting all to enter.

The invitation stands for reason, for recollection and for redirection.

Grief never heals, but through grief comes healing.

Find it. Accept it. Live through it.

The process will bring completion.

The process will always bring reality to light.

Penned – MG – 5/27/22

Blessed are those who mourn,

For they shall be comforted.

Matthew 5:4