Loss Not Yet Done

How do we grieve? 

I have asked this question once before, when faced with grieving a friendship. 

Grieving the living is hard, death has a finality to it, that makes the loss feel different.

How do we grieve those who are at the entrance to the bridge to Summer land? Death not yet here but looming. 

How do we grieve the living, when they go on?

How do we grieve the losses in a world not yet ready to come together?

How do we grieve when it feels so lonely, by distance and by heart? 

How do we grieve when it feels the losses continue to mount? 

How do we grieve when nothing feels right?

How do we grieve when there is nothing left?

We grieve in the moment because sometimes that is all there is. Someday fond remembrances will come. Some day to recall the face will not sting. Some day the sound of the person’s name will not cut. Some day the good that was, will fill the hollow that was left at the end.

This will be how we grieve, howling, silent, still, shaking, until we get to the other side.