The visitation times are posted,
daytime hours only.
Do not disturb grievers after 10 pm,
for they need time to rest and recover
But grief doesn’t respect the artifice of time,
arbitrary schedules society places on when we’re allowed to grieve.
“Love,” it says, “I know you’d rather be sleeping,
and this is an inconvenient time to visit,
but sit with me for a while.”
So, I lie in bed,
wrapped in my blankets,
pull out my notes app and write you a letter.
Tears snake down my face,
a welcome release from the pain in my chest.
And just like that, grief releases its hold,
bids me goodnight and disappears into the ether.
Tag: Grief
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When Grief Visits at 4 AM
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Elephant Memory of Grief
Like elephants’ store memories
that allow for their survival
and to protect them from danger,
we amass our grief experience.
And though we would like to forget the pain
when emotional anniversaries arise,
our insides never forget.The brain says, “The anniversary of your beloved
is close at hand.”
And whether it was a year, or 13 years, or 25,
your brain replays the time leading up to that
horrible day in anticipation, as if it will happen
again. No matter how rational your brain,
death never makes sense.
The absence is too profound.The heart says, “Your heart will always
ache for your loved one.”
You’ll wonder how you will walk through
one more deathiversary, no matter
how well you manage in life.
For it’s the companionship, encouragement,
the morning hug, and the support that your
special person gave you will never be matched,
for they were one of a kind.The body says, “Even if your brain and heart could forget,
I will remind you as I course through your system,
like defibrillator paddles”
The tightness in the chest returns.
The tears flow down your cheeks
as you once again remember that this is your reality.
Anxiety that something else bad will happen
disrupts your days and nights
A sluggishness returns as time stands still
and barrels to the date of dread.The first year was the hardest
because I truly thought that Mike would die again
and I would have to relive the nightmare,
not yet comprehending that death happens once.Now, my brain, heart, and body know
that I can’t predict what day
the anticipation will kick in,
but it will come.
I’ve also learned that the day itself will never be
as bad as the days leading up to the death date,
though the day after might be.
However, my system will settle down to
the low hum of grief that is
forever a part of love. -

What If
On Living With a Chronic Condition
Sweetheart, it’s okay to stop fighting.
It’s not giving up, but coming to terms
with the reality that was not of your choice.
For if combat was an option against
a body that refuses to work the way it once did,
you would be better by now.
The stash of energy that you could draw on before
is now depleted and doesn’t recharge easily.
What if you chose to shower yourself
with kindness and compassion instead?
It wouldn’t undo the physical changes,
but, oh, how it will soothe your weary soul.
It will give you the space to breathe deeply,
What if you treat yourself like
your best friend?
How gentle you would be,
holding them in a warm loving embrace,
meeting them right where they’re at.
What if you allowed yourself to grieve
the life you once lived so easily?
It’s not a sign of weakness or surrender,
but choosing to find some serenity
on a journey that is already wearisome.
I know, sweetheart, that there are days
when it all feels too much, but what if
you took a moment, an hour, a day,
to give yourself a break from the demands in your head
and just be. -

Night Tears
In the darkness of the night,
when my body wants nothing more than to sleep,
I awake to the quiet of my room,
Alone, lonely, tears forming in my eyes.
Unprovoked by dreams,
the sadness shows up,
an unwelcome friend that
doesn’t get the hint they weren’t invited
and it’s time to leave.
“Sweetheart, it’s okay to cry,” they say.
“Not at 4 in the morning!” I shout,
as I try to lull myself back to sleep.
“Okay,” they answer, “I’ll see you later.”
And they evaporate just like the
tears that had escaped.
And I managed to drift off until
the morning light filters through the window.
As promised, they meet me as I open my eyes,
gently stroking my face, reminding me
that the tears will always come,
but so will the joy and laughter.
“It’s because you love, my darling,
that you must feel it all.” -

Never Enough Time
Tonight, my heart aches for you,
as your absence stretches out like the universe.
Where memories of you are as numerous as the stars,
but your presence is forever out of reach.
You were my strength and font of wisdom
when I felt lost and scared.
No trip was too long to take to help me out,
my road warrior who loved to be behind the wheel.
You held me tight when I was young,
protective of your brood of children.
I still remember the tears on my cheeks
when you would leave us at camp
to return to work for the week.
How I wish I could sit by your side
just one more time and hear the love in your voice,
the joy you had recounting your many adventures.
But one more time would never be enough.
So, I trek through this world,
buoyed by the love you infused in me.
I carry you with me wherever I go,
sharing stories with people who didn’t
have the good fortune to know you.
But then there will be days like this,
when my body isn’t working right
and I’m hollowed out, that I’ll
long to hear you say, “Hey, Jen. It’s dad.
I’ll talk to you later.”
