I ran into the room half expecting that it wasn’t true. The room was exactly as I had left it an hour or so earlier. Brian was resting peacefully on the bed. I had known for three years this day would come. It was inevitable. I ran up to him and put my hand on his arm. I let out a low, muffled cry. His arm felt like a stone on a cold winters’ night. I felt my body shudder. I remember being amazed that life could depart so quickly. I couldn’t move. I stood staring at him. It felt as if the life had gone out of both of us in that room. I don’t know how long I stood there motionless. I fell to my knees. I heard this horrible loud sound. It sounded like a wailing from some primitive creature in pain. I looked around the room. I was alone. It was coming from me! Life had returned to me with explosive force. I wailed rocking back and forth on my knees.
Q: Have you experienced grief , over an event in your life, that literally knocks you to the ground? For me these events tend to surface around the holidays. How about you? I find that acknowledging these feelings helps me move past them. What works for you?
