This time last week, I experienced a wave of grief. It happens from time to time. If you’ve had a loss, (hasn’t everyone?) you know what I mean. The grief-wave sneaks up on you and knocks you down. When you stand up, it washes over you and tries to knock you down again.
The intense grief passes, eventually, and leaves you wanting to move to a quieter calmer place.
Sometimes, the grief comes at a time when someone else needs to see it – it helps them feel less alone. I’ve learned when it comes, to look around for others that are knocked by the wave, too. Grab a hand and head for the shore.
Sometimes, the grief comes at a time when the voice of friend, in a well-timed letter or call, will help you regain your footing.
Sometimes, you just have to hunker down and wait for it to pass.