Makayla Ogilvie Grief

Grief

Makayla Ogilvie

Grief, you are misery. You are the loss of something special, something valued, something given or something earned.

Your effect is almost indescribable. It feels like a dark cloud filled with sadness and pain is hanging over you, and every memory of your loved one reminds you of its existence. There seems to be no cure but to go through it, no one thing or remedy shakes the feeling, no one person fills the void or provides the right words no matter how concerned.

The mere thought of the loss brings more tears down your already salty stained cheeks, and more hurt and pain into your already broken heart. It feels like you’re in a boat in the middle of the darkest storm, with heavy wind and rain, and no help is in sight.

But yet you see it, peeking through the dark cloud over your head and coming over the horizon. Peace. Joy in the midst of Sorrow. A new meaning and thrive for the life that has been going on all around you. And a reason to move forward.

Some days it’s filled with sunshine and memories, laughter and appreciation of the life you encountered on this earth. Others, the cloud creeps back up. And the ache of quiet resurfaces.

But there is hope. Hope that life continues and purpose remains. Hope that love is victorious and our loved one’s memory will forever stain our minds and hearts, we will never part. Grief.