Grief became that co-dependent part, the extension of some middle school girl hallway. I wanted to be Grief.
Grief meant I had a link to Nora that no one else had. My story was important. My back was never bent. I was Grief.
Then I started to loose my vision.
I spotted to put importance to a crown of thorns instead of a reed of grass. Death and life were never asking for my attention or calling to be named. I sought it.
I do not think this journey with sister Grief is over. I am simply making choice to enjoy the steps of life green along the way and not pressure anything that is never really asking to be shared.
I am who I am and that is enough.
My children are sacred beyond words and that fills me up.
