Grief After Death
Hi All,
As you may not know, I lost my grandfather the Saturday before Christmas. When I first heard the news, I didn’t know what to think. I wasn’t that close to him, and nor did he maintain a very close relationship with me. I was okay, but then it dawned upon me that a whole generation was lost. I felt this overwhelming sense of grief that a whole generation is lost.
It is the thought of not having grand parents at my wedding. It’s the though of losing more of those that, even though, they don’t support you, they look over you and unselfishly have your best interest in mind. Those thoughts are kind of putting a lingering grief inside of me that I can’t explain. I think I’m currently in a state somewhere between denial and acceptance? Does that make sense? I’m not sure where I am, but I feel a lingering pain is all I can tell you.
Anyway, I decided to write this poem:
Grief from death. Is it a feeling?
I don’t even know
I’m just reeling.
In this emotional lingering
Should I be crying
Should I be continuing on normally,
I don’t know how to react
Should I act
Like nothing’s happening in fact
But if I do that
Am I ignoring its’ existence in fact
God give me an answer
Oh, I don’t know how to react
I don’t know how to feel intact
Sometimes, I feel a bit of sadness.
When my brain is free and empty, All these beautiful memories together come back to me.
I shove them away. Should I let them stay? Oh, I don’t know how to react.
