Thursday, January 9, 2014
I am very fortunate: I did not have much to grieve in 2013. Mostly everyone in my inner circle was healthy and safe and flourishing, minor hiccups notwithstanding.
There were a couple of losses I did feel deeply. They continue to baffle me with their unfairness. And remind me on a daily basis just how lucky I am: an incredibly precious gift.
But, other than that, I'd say that my grief was of the quintessentially human variety. The passage of time. Loss of innocence. Wasted opportunity. Spoken and unspoken regret. Fears for the future.
I feel fortunate to have this sort of grief in my life. It reminds me that I am alive.
As Oscar Wilde once said, "The anxiety is unbearable. I can only hope it lasts forever."
I am responding here to the fourth prompt from #reverb13. You are warmly invited to share your own response below, if you did not have the opportunity to do so in December. Thank you for sharing the journey with me. x