Maybe it is because I love the ocean so much that metaphors that draw upon characteristics of the sea appeal so much to me, My grief since losing Donny is like the waves of the ocean. Some are gentle and wash around me without much force. Others knock me down and make it hard to breathe.
I had this notion in my head and then I read similar descriptions from others. I feel comforted to know what I am feeling is not so different from others in my position, Isn't it part of the human experience to want to be part of a group?
Today, without warning, was a big wave day. It was also a work day for me and that helped me get through. I help people and helping others helped me put one foot in front of the other. This morning I felt like pulling the covers over my head. By midday I was able to talk without a lump in my throat.
One thing I keep reading about grief is that it is not something you get over, but live through. If I were to "get over" then today would have been so out of place because it was so much more difficult than yesterday.
So, one breath after another, one foot in from of the other I will get through. I don't like that Don is gone and I will always miss him, but I will learn to live again. Someday.
The Hopeful Romantic