Of course I am lucky.
Lucky to have had them,
lucky they lived so long
lucky to have loved them so deeply
and felt that love returned ten-fold.
Of course I understand.
I understand they live shorter lives than we do,
that it was always going to come to this and
that I did all I could with all I had
to keep them here and happy and healthy.
Of course it will get better.
Of course life will move forward and so will I.
One step will become twenty will become a thousand
and I’ll be in another time
where missing them is not white hot and searing
but a golden glow–
warm sweet memories I can sit beside . . .
And of course,
none of this helps at all.
Welcome to Grief,
where knowledge is not power
and there is no way out but through.