It’s different than morning grief.  The sun is shining straight down. There are no shadows in which to hide.  All is revealed, and today where I am the sun is hot. I feel scorched. My friend Elaine says it’s okay that I need to hibernate.  I’ve been burned. I need to wait for new skin to form before I emerge.

Today is the day of my brother’s cremation.  His wife and I talk and cry together. We are touchstones for each other, two women who love the same man but know him differently.  My grief can’t equal hers and yet there are the memories of childhood, parents, a shared DNA that seems to cry out, “Nooooo!”

We want to understand; we want to be brave and here we are connecting in shared pain and maybe that is the place where moisture connects in the flow of tears as they lubricate and cleanse.

I am oiled, bathed, possibly soothed at a level I don’t yet know.  A hidden spring comes forth or so I tell myself as tears continue to flow. I want to be brave and I know the word courage comes from “coeur” heart, and my heart is certainly involved in this process of letting go. It joins the beat and waves of love, the rise and fall of whales, and the float of feathers in air.

Elaine and I see a whale, the lighthouse and a white feather floating across symbolizing Mother Love!

2 thoughts on “Afternoon Grief

  1. Oh my- today your brother’s body was cremated. And you lubricate with tears of liquid love. I am so touched by the relationship between Jan and you. Tomorrow is Good Friday. The women are the ones who stayed by the cross, tended the body, and experienced resurrection.
    May you continue to feel all elements in this grief journey… fire, water, air, earth.


    1. Ah, yes, Good Friday, surrender, tending and resurrection. I find my brother’s timing fascinating. It’s a healing time of year as we die to our old self and resurrect to bring forth the new. The elements unite – a torch of Love.


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