Grief and the chapters after
Bright new sunshine
“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on… when in your heart you begin to understand… there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend… some hurts that go too deep… that have taken hold.” Frodo, The Lord of the Rings, The Return of the King
Grief feels like a loop on a thread. A spinning spindle with the old woman of Time gently spinning. Threads and threads of grief through her loom.
I used to watch this movie feeling I was Frodo. Saving everyone. Bearing the pain. Learning it very early. And hanging on.
Turns out I’m not. Wasn’t my role. Isn’t my role now.
In the 5 years that have passed since I lost my dad and my girl Laurel, and all betwixt that was evil and hurtful, all the Karen’s and the wrongs of this world,
My world slowly righted.
Ship turned sail.
Me firmly at the wheel.
Navigating my ship, my story.
Turns out in this story, the main character isn’t quite ready for endings, yet.
