Meditations for Miracles

My Step-aunt Diane L. Ross wrote a book, "Meditations for Miracles", which I read every day. This is yesterday's meditation.

Grief

Grief is not to be resolved, grief is to be endured.
There is no comfort for a child who has lost its mother.
There is no comfort for a mother who has lost her child.
This deep sorrow cannot be mollified.
This sadness cannot be cured.
This grief must be lived.
Just as you cannot stop the oceans from crashing on the shores, you cannot stop the waves of sorrow crashing in your heart.
There is nothing to do.
Tears won't wash away grief.
Words provide no relief.
Sleep becomes an absent lover.
There is no peace, no warmth, and no comfort.
As one learns to crawl through this awful pain, there is no desire to see light again.
This overpowering, unending darkness is something we all share.
We have all been there.
Which is why a smile, a hug, a tiny kindness should become your goals: When you can, when you're ready, when grief softens its hold.
Even though at time you may wish that you, too, were dead.
Grief endured is part of life lived.