As Grief Struck Me

There are somethings we simply cannot control. This poem surfaced out of a period this year where our family has faced a difficult time of grief.

Even if you attempt to plan for a period of Grief it still hurts and immensely effects you in a multitude of ways.

One of the most common griping and pleading moments with God that we all at one time or another experience is asking God "WHY?!" I mean what possible reasoning could there be?

Death is never welcomed with open arms. Wrestling with the fact of life in itself, tossing and turning in the night reliving moments in history with your loved ones. Crying for a future with them in your life.

My cries go unheard. Nothing changes.

We feel that it's not fair. and it's not. One thing I grew up always hearing my parents tell me

"Life isn't fair"

Nothing makes that statement more real and true than when something unexplainable and unexpected happens, that leaves you breathless, cringing, and agonizing with the thoughts of "what just happened?" and "How do I go on?"

What I can change is how I treat those loved ones who are still in my life.

Death creeps up sometimes without a warning. Taking those who you cherish up into your arms and loving them extra hard for we never know when it's our last day.