The thunder rolls. It’s loud and noticeable. It bangs. It rattles. It roars. Streaks of lightning cut through like an illuminated knife.
This thunder, this storm, it isn’t outside, nor found in the sky. This is the storm of loss.
The storm of grief. Mighty and strong. Steady and unpredictable. A storm that causes destruction of the soul. A storm that causes destruction of the heart and mind.
The storm of grief.
A storm that came without warning, allowing no time for protection or shelter. A storm with winds that knock you down and darkness that’s filled with fear and emptiness.
The storm of grief.
A storm that no one else sees or feels. To the outside world, there is no storm. Only sunshine, continuous living, and adventure. While this storm disrupts your plans and future, the world keeps moving. Unaware of the forecast of your heart and mind.
The storm of grief.
To you, it is loud and powerful. To others, it is silent and invisible. They do not even know of it’s existence.
With time, you realize it’s pace, it’s momentum, and it’s duration. It’s not constant, but it remains steady and unpredictable. With time, you learn how to protect yourself from its wrath.
You survive and continue to survive it’s existence.
Soon you realize, if you can weather the storm of loss, you can handle anything.
