Posted on May 7, 2019 by Jenn Zatopek
Grief is uncharted waters out in oceanic tsunami waves that threaten to pull us under but will not let us drown. The image of water continues to make sense to me when I think of loss, an ebbing away of my connection to those I love and miss. And yet, we all experience grief, at various times, over the course of our lives. Why was there not nearly enough talk about this when we were kids?
Back in winter this year, I attended a training on grief and the counselor called it movements, rather than stages, of grief, of how life is a dance and we are constantly moving in and out of connection with our loved one who died. What beautiful imagery! And so freeing too because we are all of us dancing in our lives, some of us more aware of this than others.
Today is the anniversary of my father’s birthday. I was hesitant to share anything, but a funny story emerged from the archeological digs of my past. I share it with you now, in hopes of solidarity and spirit and connection for all those we have called beloved and lost to the unfairness of death.
