That’s the Deal

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.

  3. Dorothy Warren says:

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

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