“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.”
~Edna St. Vincent Millay
We all experience grief and loss. Some of us more than others. There is no escaping its grip.
The longer we live, the more we lose.
The grief of losing a thing, and the fear of losing it,are equal.”~Seneca
In trying to comfort others, or share our grief experience, we get stuck in the sphere of emotion and physical sensation. How do we speak about grief?
We turn to metaphor and imagery.
A black hole. A sinking ship. A shredded heart. Time stands still. Grief eats like acid.
Sometimes, grief can be described in the same way as love.
“Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming.”
For is there grief without love?
“All you can do is learn to swim.”
Author Anne Lamott writes, “You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”