May 5, 2005

// March 18th, 2011 // From the forthcoming book "Losing Steve: One Mother's Journey Through Grief"

Sometimes it hits me again. Not quite new again but almost new…again.

Sometimes I remember I had a son named Steve, that he suffered, and he died.

Sometimes I’m caught up again in a swell of fresh grief and it crashes down on me and submerges me and carries me to some distant shore.

Sometimes I allow it, knowing it won’t keep me there forever and it won’t destroy me.

Sometimes Grief may think he is my master, but I know better,
and I am healing.

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