Being Claimed By Grief
I always knew that I loved my kids so, so, much.
I sometimes thought, “maybe it’s more than other mothers”, it just felt so big.
I’m almost relieved by the amount of grief I have.
To find that I love him so much more than my mind and body could have possibly comprehended before.
It’s more than the more that I had originally suspected.
It was especially helpful early on when I was still in shock and the stories came in…
The horrible, self punishing, distortions around the idea that maybe he was gone because something was wrong with my love.
But no.
It’s so deep. So big. So pure. So tender, and precious.
Now I get see and feel the true size of it.
Gigantic. Galactic size mother love.
Cosmic, eternal, not understandable with the
mind love.
Love so large it claims me. All of me at times. Steals my breath with the beauty of it.
Yesterday I talked about the difference between grief/pain and suffering.
What I’m finding in my grief is that if I can’t have him here, I’m being comforted and healed by the fact that I get to KNOW and carry a love this big, and this sweet, for the whole of my life.
And this love is part of what pushes our story forward. What helps us, as grievers, continue on.