This poem was attached to the FaceBook post and again I felt the power of acceptance into this club called grief... and for me anticipatory grief.
Morning Soul
This is what Grief feels like..
Don’t judge it
Don’t rush it
Don’t dismiss it
Don’t suppress it
There is no Rulebook for Grief.
It comes in waves.
And I pray for the ones who feel as though they’re drowning.
This is in Switzerland~ I think it describes grief perfectly.
The artist: Albert Gyorgy The sculpture: "Mélancolie"
My world, our world, your world: we live the story line, not always knowing our direction. Being allowed the time and place to grieve is a gift to the soul, my morning soul.