Thursday, March 27, 2008
Grief is like breathing - a silent undercurrent of every moment of my day and night. Like breathing, my grief often goes unnoticed. I continue through the day, busy in the activities of routine and the chaos of kids. But then for those brief moments when I stop to take a breath or sigh - in those moments my mind invariably becomes aware of my grief. Questions and emotions pass slowly through my mind, almost to the rhythm of my breath. Sometimes I wish that this season would pass, that I could go through a day without the quiet undertone of painful memories. But I am sure a day will come when I realize that Lia has not been on my mind, and I will grieve.