Grieving In the Deep

I saw someone this morning who has lost her mother. I asked her how she was and she spoke those words to me “I lost my mother”. The words were so heavy coming from her mouth that I swear they hung in the air all about her. Her grief so magnificently heavy. The weight of the biggest boulders heavy. I could feel it all around her. And I wanted to hold her hand. Take her for a walk. Not even speak a word because any words I put forth would never do it justice. I wanted to sit with her, take her grief. But I couldn’t, the grief was like a giant, I’d never be able to swallow it up. Besides, that part isn’t my journey. It’s her to bare. Once she left, it had me thinking how amazing a teacher grief can be. How wonderful her mother must have been in her eyes to warrant the pain her absence has left. What a legacy of strength and love she must have offered to make my friend feel so weakened by the loss. My heart breaks for her because I know she will be working through this for a while, if not forever. I was also happy she has a woman so dear to her. That memories won’t fade, and truthfully, the memories will sweeten with age as they often do. I comfort myself in knowing that once they are gone in the physical form they are still all around us in energy and thoughts and they will always be so. From the earth we come and to the earth we will return. Sending you love, my friend. I’ll write in words what I couldn’t say to you in speech and my heart is with you and I’m sending love and compassion your way. - Dusti Gregory