Since you left I have seen two or three clients in the midst of or shortly after losing a mother. When I do carefully disclose my own loss they inevitably ask how it can be done... how did I survive? And I always, always want nothing more than to reassure them that time will ease the pain and life will go forward. Something inevitably grabs at me and demands I offer more truth than that and I inevitably say what I am sure was said to me.
Time makes the day to day living easier but the unexpected waves of grief are just as painful when they do come. In many ways the grief is stronger because it is complicated by expectations that this should be easier now, that time should have healed this wound instead of leaving a bandaged sore that weeps in quiet moments. Life moves forward and beauty does not cease to exist but it is forever changed.
Juliette breaths rhythmically in her sleep on my chest and I am amazed by the unending circle that is this existence. I know that you held me like this too and prayed that I would never feel the pain and the grief that you felt at times, all the while knowing that it is inevitable. We know great love because it gives and honors both joy and sorrow. Without one we would not have the other.