Sometimes the curtain between me and grief rises – suddenly I’m in the spotlight and my heart breaks wide open – tossed into the throws of devastation all over again.  Sometimes.

I’ve been busy; settling in and down, making acquaintances, walking the dogs; busy doing the stuff of life.  Sometimes I even let humor drive the day – I laugh and make other people laugh, I’m grateful and that gratitude pummels me from every side.  And then the curtain rises.  Sometimes. 

Grief is waiting, sometimes patiently and sometimes not, but always waiting.  It’s an insecure emotion, it needs to be validated.   Grief wants to be acknowledged, sometimes. 

Other times I can pack grief away, snuggly in a corner of my heart reserved especially for it.  It’s a dark corner, this place where I store my grief, surrounded by the curtain of my life. But sometimes  that curtain rises…. sometimes.

Comments (2)

  • Ruth Elizabeth Stewart . July 3, 2019 .

    So true.
    That snuggly blanket has gently with time totally enveloped my grief now. Instead of causing me raw pain and set me off ranting and raving, I can now sneak gently under the blanket and fondle those warm and cozy very personally intimate memories. They make me smile, glad they are there and I can still share them with him.

    • (Author) Elva Stoelers . July 4, 2019 .

      Ruth – that s beautiful and hopeful. Thank you.

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