It had to be one of us.
Either she was going to suffer as I have previously suffered, or else I was going to have to go through it again.
It was too painful the first time. There's no way I can do this a second time.
And yet, here I am. The rug has been pulled from under me. I have been forced into this overwhelming grief.
I am a hoarder. A hoarder of objects and a hoarder of thoughts. I have not been able to cure myself of the habit of downloading poems or quotes that are meaningful to me.
In December 2019, I came across this quote from author, Jamie Anderson:
“Grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All 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.”
Oh, how very true that is. It isn't just emotional. It physically hurts. I once thought that the phrase “broken heart” was just an expression, but how very physically real it feels.
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