“My Grief”

My grief is like the ocean.

My pain the waves.

Always appearing; sometimes big, sometimes small. But always appearing.

The fluctuation can change minute by minute.

Sometimes the water moves closer to people; sometimes it pulls away and people need to move closer to it.

There are times when bigger waves are triggered by something passing by, like a boat in the ocean.

There are unexplainable times, when strong, dangerous currents form beneath the seemingly normal waters.

My grief is loud (but hopefully soothing.)

And vast.

And beautiful.

And dangerous.

And unpredictable.

And never-ending.

Like the ocean.

-Adrienne Guerke, grieving for our Norah