If we were having coffee right now, I would be crying. Crying tears of grief. Expressing a pain in my heart and would need a shoulder to cry on.
Let me explain.
Today is the funeral for my pastors mom, and also for my neighbors 34 year old son. My nana in-love doesn’t have long to live and I recently saw a video of my biological father whom I have never met, heard or seen alive. When you combine all these into the last few weeks my emotions have been haywire! Pieces of my heart unlocked.
This morning my neighbors family filed into our cul-de-sac, dressed in all black; grief and sadness was in the air. I came into the kitchen after looking out the window and it hit me! My brother is gone! It was as if I was prepping for my brothers funeral all over again. My heart was heavy. I tried to flip my fried eggs through my tears. I could barely see. My bacon burned. The pain over took me. All I could do was run to my husbands arms. After a while I knew I had gotten it all out. The tears stopped flowing and I felt lighter. Life had to continue, but not without that brief healing moment. Even after a year, I have to push to take one day at a time, one moment at a time.
So as I said earlier, if we had a coffee date today, I would be crying.
Maybe you would too.
How do you handle grief? What would you share if we were on a coffee date?