You nailed it…. grief. My son’s death… pain so intense I thought I was going to pass out. Then, suddenly, a burst of hot fluid energy through my heart, a feeling of love that almost addicted me to the pain that preceded it. So many more words I could say… but you have said them for me.
The splender of making it past 40, my friend... here we are, emptying our pockets of grief, making room for ourselves. Miigwech for sharing bits of the journey.
You nailed it…. grief. My son’s death… pain so intense I thought I was going to pass out. Then, suddenly, a burst of hot fluid energy through my heart, a feeling of love that almost addicted me to the pain that preceded it. So many more words I could say… but you have said them for me.
Thank you.
The splender of making it past 40, my friend... here we are, emptying our pockets of grief, making room for ourselves. Miigwech for sharing bits of the journey.