They have come and they have gone and others have come and some of them have gone. Every time someone leaves our heart is ripped open and the grief is so intense we can’t think, we can’t breath, we feel helpless and hopeless. There is no understanding, there is no peace. We can’t even form the words to pray. We reach into the unknowing to touch, to hold, to hear, to smell one more time and there is nothing to calm the harsh emptiness. A muffled whisper in the mist assures us that we will one day see them again and we want to believe but the pain won’t allow it. And then it sets in, the numbness that follows the shock of great loss.
I don’t want to comb my hair.
I don’t care what I look like.
I’m not hungry. I ate just…I can’t remember.
Can’t you just leave me alone. I don’t want to be alone.
What am I supposed to do now?