What does grief look like?

Last night, it looked like me muttering to myself with bloodshot eyes that were constantly welled with tears, while my friends sat by me wondering what was wrong with me and what they could or should do. I was unrecognizable to myself.

Death hurts. Excrutiatingly. Thank God for His peace. 

Grief

by Gwen Flowers

I had my own notion of grief.

I thought it was the sad time

That followed the death of someone you love.

And you had to push through it

To get to the other side.

But I'm learning there is no other side.

There is no pushing through.

But rather,

There is absorption.

Adjustment.

Acceptance.

And grief is not something you complete,

But rather, you endure.

Grief is not a task to finish

And move on,

But an element of yourself-

An alteration of your being.

A new way of seeing.

A new definition of self.