That’s the Deal

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Grief is the wind: the hurricane that passes, the breeze that persists.

Grief is the sea: the tide that rises and falls but never stops, the sneaker wave that soaks my shoes when I’m not watching.

Grief is the memory: the longing for times past, the regret for time wasted.

Grief is the moment: a restlessness that cannot find peace, a listlessness that cannot find inspiration.

Grief is the day: a new loss every morning, an old ache every night.

Grief is the future: a presence every season, an absence every holiday.

Grief is.

Why love if losing hurts so much?
I have no answers anymore, only the life I have lived.
Twice in that life I’ve been given the choice: as a boy and as a man.
The boy chose safety, the man chooses suffering.
The pain now is part of the happiness then.  That’s the deal.
““ Anthony Hopkins as C.S. Lewis in Shadowlands

 


Today is the Day of the Dead.

 

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8 Responses to That’s the Deal

  1. Judith Umbach says:

    Well expressed.

  2. Tom Watson says:

    I love that “Grief Is” poem. So apt.
    Tom

  3. Dorothy Warren says:

    Thank you again for putting into words all that is in our hearts.

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