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Grief is a difficult emotion to describe. Something that is felt not only when death takes those we care about from us, grief is powerful and often consuming. Grief has a way of following you, no matter how quickly you try to run from it. It could be silent for years and then in an instant, you’re overcome with waves of it that are debilitating in nature.
This time of year always seems to consume me with feelings of grief and thoughts of death. It isn’t because I am a morbid person who can’t seem to find the happiness in life. The majority of the time, I am actually a very happy and satisfied person in life. This time of year just overwhelms me with loss that is difficult to describe. My first significant loss was when my father passed away in 1998 on the 8th of March. Five years later, my maternal grandfather died on the 1st of March. I was close to both in different ways and loosing them left gaping holes in my heart that will truly never be filled.
