‘Your absense has gone through me like a thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with it’s colour’ - W.S Merwin
Loss changes us, it blankets over every aspect of our lives. We begin to think of ourselves as two different people. Our original self before the loss of a loved one and the changed version now. Sometimes I wish I could be my orginal self, I miss the naivety, the carelessness and the ability to not think so far ahead. Nevertheless, death has taught me many valuable lessons. The dark depths of grief, the lessons and precious values it teaches along the way, go hand in hand. I always say, I would never change my grief and I never want it to end. My grief is my new shaped love for my Dad. The acceptance of loss doesn’t mean I miss my Dad any less, it just means I don’t fight with my grief.. I feel it every time it swells bigger than my ‘everyday grief’.
What do you think? Do you feel your grief stitched through you? Is there parts of you that have changed that you miss? Or, are there parts of you that are different now for the better?
