12/09/2023
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐โฆ
Sheโs in the kitchen washing dishes with her back to you. You approach her with two cups in hand. Fingerprints smeared on the glass. A good few gulps of milk left sloshing around. You place them beside the sink and look to her apologetically.
She doesnโt notice you.
Steam rises from the faucet, and scorching water runs over her hands as she absently scrubs at an already clean pot. Her eyes are not on the sink, but trained out the window.
You follow her gaze to a red bird flitting about in a bush at the back corner of the yard. You look back at her to see her expression has clouded over. Her eyes, heavy with sorrow, slowly blink.
Once that first tear escapes, her face crumbles.
Suddenly the dishes are the least of your concerns.
Itโs back again.
Youโve been tiptoeing around it because it gets messy every time it resurfaces.
Youโve used up so much strength to support her because the world goes all pear-shaped whenever she falls apart.
And youโve found yourself wonderingโฆ When will she get over it? When will she stop crying?
When will the memories stop tormenting her?
When will she finally move on?
I know you want to tell her that it will be ok, that we all lose someone we love.
I know you want her to know you feel her pain and that time will heal.
I know you want to say something. Anything.
But above all, please, donโt tell her how to grieve.
When she cries, donโt try to quell her tears. Sheโs not drowning in them. Sheโs swimming through thoughts of the love they shared.
When she talks of them, donโt try to change the subject because you think itโs too painful. Itโs more painful to bury the memories.
And as the days pass, donโt ask her to move on. Sheโs not stuck. They are a part of her and sheโs a part of them. Death could not undo that. Time will not undo that.
The tears will soon stop flowing and may not return again until tomorrow, or in a month, or in 20 years. But someday, they will come again because the love they shared will stay with her for Always.
Thereโs nothing you can say, nothing you can tell her, that will change that.
So please, donโt tell her how to grieve.
Just hold her hand. Listen to her stories. And walk beside her though the sorrow.
You may not be the one sheโs missing, but youโre the one she has left.
Your quiet presence may be all she needs to make it through. โฅ๏ธ