I remember reading somewhere that we are all here on this earth to learn a lesson. One specific to only us.
This is a famous Buddhist parable that addresses the inevitably of grief and loss in our lives.
Somewhere inside this wonderful device called a telephone lived an amazing person: her name was “Information Please.”
Grief is not something you complete. It’s a new dimension of self.
I’m glad you asked.
Unfortunately, the sentiment “time heals all wounds” doesn’t really apply when it comes to grief. At least not for me, or my parents. Together, we live in a world that still contains my sister as the rest of it seems to forget.
Therapy is like rummaging through the contents of your head, plucking things from their usual place and examining it in different lighting.
“It’s all of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”
Slip off your shoes,
and set them by the door.
At some stage, after Elizabeth’s death, I was given a three-page pamphlet on ‘How to Cope with the Loss of a Sibling’.