A Bad Winter’s Storm IS WHAT MY GRIEF FEELS LIKE!
My journey with grief became a roller coaster blur, it started the minute I received her video that she couldn't 'carry on anymore'. None of us are ever prepared for the death of a child, we somehow prepare ourselves for the day when our parents die and then that is traumatic in itself.
So, when suicide came knocking on my door, me the person who always had an opinion about it, it became my reality as I had to look at it head-on in all its ugliness.
Yes, I was “that person” who had an opinion about suicide. I spoke about it quite openly “How can anyone do it, when so many sick people are so desperate to live?” I never thought afterall it would happen in my immediate circle, it happened to other people. Well I became the “other people”.
I am left more confused by so many emotions and revelations that have surfaced. Awareness of the pain and ache of emptiness that is ever present, as well as the overwhelming tiredness that is cocooned in tears. My tears are silent ones, they are with me every day,
