We buried our mother, the most amazing woman we’ve known, and we were unsure of how life would now commence.
We were in denial. We held our breath. We looked to each other for the next step.
We entered grief together..
We hugged. We talked. We wept.
We rode the waves of grief together.
We cried. We yelled. We screamed.
We rode the waves of grief together
We lost faith. We found faith. We prayed.
We rode the waves of grief together.
We held anger, resentment, and jealousy.
We rode the waves of grief together.
We begged for it all to be a dream. We had endless “What If’s” and “If onlys”. We made deals with God for comfort, for healing, for a redo.
Through it all, we rode the waves of grief together.
We were foggy. We were confused. We wereheartbroken.
We rode the waves of grief together.
Eventually, we accepted the grief and the immense loss. We accepted the harsh reality of death. We accepted the ups and downs, the endless cycle of pain, and kept moving…riding the waves of grief together.
I had her, and she had me.
We rode the waves of grief together, and it was the biggest blessing within the biggest loss.
We have each other and we’ll continue riding the waves of grief together.
