Monday, April 11, 2016

Ophelia

Grief.
One minute you are driving down the road on a beautiful sunny morning turning up Ophelia on the radio, and the next thing you know you are crying huge, gut-wrenching sobs and pounding on your steering wheel.
You are having flashbacks and in between the sobs you are mouthing the words “I want my baby back” over and over again. You are speaking directly to God.
And even while you are doing these things you know that ten minutes from now you will walk into your office and smile at everyone, ask about their weekends and sit down at your desk.
This is all at once comforting and awful, the control you have over your grief.
It has been months, maybe even a year since it has bubbled over like this.
Again, comforting and awful.
Over five years later, that’s grief.

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