The Dale-y Word
Grief is one of the trickiest of all emotions. Most of the time it is pretty straightforward but it can also pack a hidden punch, and catch one in the smallest of ways and when least expected.
Recently, a dear friend and colleague passed away at the age of 65. As a young girl when I first began to comprehend the idea of youth, age and death, 65 seemed very, very old. Really. Blessedly, I am now closer to that 65 number than I am comfortable with and therefore, someone’s life ending ‘so young’ is creating an entirely different dynamic and response from me.
As I have gotten older, there have been the obvious griefs– when a parent dies or a beloved furry companion. Along the way, there are additional griefs about unmet or unresolved dreams; goals that went unmet ignored or dashed to oblivion.
“Age has given me what I was looking for my entire life – it gave me me. It provided the time and experience and failures and triumphs and friends who helped me step into the shape that had been waiting for me all my life…I not only get along with me most of the time now, I am militantly and maternally on my own side.” Anne Lamott
Adding this to my blog for good grief: grief feels like a tiered experience. A parfait of pain. Whatever current grief might strike one never fails to jostle previous grief and some of that being unresolved.
“Living and loving to the max.” Rev. Nirvana Gayle