the forest wept
rain-tears falling
mist
dampening my dry upturned face
grief for me
for Elli
gone
five years that day
the forest wept
rain-tears falling
mist
dampening my dry upturned face
grief for me
for Elli
gone
five years that day
I cannot presume to equate the grief of losing my father to your grief for losing your daughter. But there is something about 5 years, isn’t there?
I’m sure 10 years will seem equally strong and fresh.
I’m finding that grief subsides more often, these days, but there are certain reminders, like birthdays, that make everything seem as fresh as yesterday.
Much love to you and your family.
I’m dreading reaching this milestone in a week or so. Why it frightens me so much I do not know.