My husband, my world, my everything was consumed by this truly awful aggressive disease 7 weeks ago. He was 53.
As a creative, visual person my brain is trying to work out this utterly surreal state of grief, and I’ve heard the phrase, ‘sitting with grief’ a lot, which basically means that you have to let the waves of grief come, be with them and ride them out until you can breath for a bit.
So Ive just written down some visual thoughts to try and explain what grief is like,!?!? not only to me but to others trying to understand. I know it’s far more complex but my brain needs a simple analogy.
is this how anyone else feels?
Grief is like wearing a saturated blanket, heavy, clinging, all encompassing. Sometimes I sit with it, sometimes I walk with it.
When I walk with it dragging behind me it starts to fray, tiny fragments fall away.
Sometimes I rest and curl up with it and it slips off for a moment.
I know I’ll always wear this blanket but one day it’ll be smaller, tatty and frayed, lighter...by simply putting one foot in front of the other.
