Three Questions to Guide You Home
Home — to where your smile is
Wading through a fresh wave of contrast…
What made me think contrast was easy…?
Life has been feeling so sweet! For weeks, I’ve basked in wall to wall smiling…
Yes! I cried, I have arrived! Joy, joy, JOY!
Complacency wrapped its warm arms around me…
Oh what a cosy embrace!
Then, news of two deaths chucked me out of my smug-hug, all in the space of a day…
What made me think my grieving was done?
Silly, silly me!
I was supposed to be over Michael. Isn’t two years the cut off point? I’m sure I read that somewhere… (Where do we get this stuff?)
Much as I tried to shake off the weeping, there was more momentum in the tears than expected… My puppy-mind had been left unattended too long.
What’s the weeping really about?
I checked back… what was this weeping really about?
It wasn’t too hard to fathom.
After news of the first death — the brother of a friend — the thought train of grief had been boarded.
