Eight years ago
0r 96 months
0r 416 weeks
0r 2922 days
It doesn’t matter how you count
It is a long time
But it is also a very short time
The memories of that terrible, horrible, no good, bad, day
are forever embedded in my soul
the memories are implanted in my body
held fast in my very being
Grief holds no time line
It is not a considered thing
It lies in the subconscious
The effects affect and trigger when least expected
That one action
That one disaster
has torn our family into pieces
has forced us all to face emotions and pain
Such devastating pain
far far too big to know what to do with
Even eight years on
The waves of grief are still pounding
They smash on the shores of our hearts
They tear our emotions into shreds
But we hold them close
Scared to let them go
Protecting our vulnerabilities
We share special moments
Memories
We can laugh
We can talk and reminisce
But the loss we endure is ours and ours alone
Held tight
Such a private thing
And yet so known
We can share
But we can’t
It’s so hard…
