The Taste of Grief

Featured ~ Gottfried

Grief is a funny thing because you don’t have to carry it with you for rest of your life. After a bit you set it down by the roadside and walk on and leave it. I wish I can take your grief and give it to someone we hate. Grief is like a rock you carry in your pocket. 

It’s heavy, it’s awkward, and always there. Pressing against you with every step. Sometimes it’s sharp, cutting into you when you least expect it. Other times, it just sits there, a weight you can’t ignore. You don’t get to put it down, and you don’t get to walk away from it.

You just keep going, because you have no choice. The funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective. There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, so just give me a happy middle and a very happy start. 

There is no “normal” way to grieve. Except for how we each do it. Move toward laughter. When you hear it, see what’s funny so you can laugh too. Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver. And remember, it’s also very funny, because side by side with grief lies joy. 

Here’s the thing, every loss is valid. And every loss is not the same. You can’t flatten the landscape of grief and say that everything is equal. It isn’t. The human brain is wired to cope with grief. It knows even as we fall into dark places, that there will be light again.  

Grief, I now understand, is a sort of madness, in the same way that falling in love is madness. What separates us from animals and separates us from chaos, is our ability to mourn people we’ve never met. What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness. 

Grief is my only friend

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15 thoughts on “The Taste of Grief”

  5. SMiLes Mr Gottfried Living Long Enough Wearing

    So Many Shoes of Misery and Bliss Ah Yes ThiS WaY

    It Seems All of Life

    Becomes a

    Poetry

    Prompt

    for me hehe
    Ah Yes the Taste
    of Grief of course You’ve
    Heard the Story of the Doomsday

    Smell and Taste of Rotting Flesh after
    Losing my Smell and Taste in Spring of 2017
    Yep Returning as Death on August 21st 2017
    During the Solar Eclipse So Ironic The Taste

    of Grief
    On Such
    A Notable Day
    Of Nature Sun
    Turning Dark Like that too

    Dear Lord You’ve Heard All about
    The Pain and Numb of the Suicide Disease
    Type Two Trigeminal Neuralgia From wake to
    Sleep for 66 Months No Drug Would Touch Shut-in
    my Bedroom That Way With a Synergy in Life Threat
    Of 18 Other Mostly Work-Stress Related Disorders too Retiring

    Early From Government Service That Way for Some Silver
    Lining in

    Hell Then
    For Real

    Mostly
    Invisible for
    Others to See

    Sort of Like Heaven
    Within too Ya Just Never
    Know What Grief or Bliss
    Lives Within each Human We

    Meet and
    Greet at
    Best Lifting them Up

    And Mostly the Great
    In Between Often Apathy
    of Grey SHaDES ReaL and

    or Purgatory
    For ReaL ON EartH
    Now to at Best Escape
    at Least to a Better Place

    Well Thanks helping me Celebrate
    my 36 Marriage anniversary on Saturday

    And Thanks For Delivering This Taste of Grief

    on Sunday over here in Florida as Yes This is the
    Day of Deep Grief When my Mother Passed away

    on
    2.22.2017
    Lasting 8 Days
    On Her Death Bed
    Going as Natural as
    Possible Away With no
    Food or Drink as that’s about

    As Much Mercy as So-Called
    Humanity Allows at Least in the

    United States

    The So-called
    Christian Place

    Where one Church
    May Declare another
    Church’s Interpretation

    Of ‘Revelation’ is Just Plain
    Crazy Yet What do ya Expect
    to Get from Basically a Non-Sense

    Poem that some How Got Included

    in a Big
    Black Book

    Lots of Grief
    Over that This
    Church Against that
    Church’s Interpretation indeed…

    Anyway Ain’t Life a Tragic-Comedy
    Some Days If We Didn’t Laugh We Might

    Cry Yet We Do Both if We aRe Fully Human Indeed

    As Yes Tears do
    Heal and Bring
    Comfort and

    Often While Grief
    May Short-Change
    the Social Bonding
    Neurohormone of Oxytocin

    Dopamine may Rise Bitter Sweet
    to Motivate Us to Find Others Avenues
    of Warm Love To Build Back Up Our Warm

    And
    Fuzzies
    iN Life For Real

    Hey If Ya Look Deep Enough
    Ya Find Hell in Heaven and Heaven

    in Hell

    True Yep

    Seen and
    Done And
    Mostly Felt
    And Sensed
    More Than Both Sides Now

    If i’m The King of Any Thing Now

    Yep As ‘The Police’ Suggested It’s

    Pain And That Okay a Best Way for
    Empathy Now

    And

    Compassion
    to Become

    New

    Servant
    Leadership
    For Real Just
    Leading the Choir
    Some Days from the
    Back Pew Invisible Enough

    in ‘Rome’

    to Continue
    to Survive
    And Even Thrive

    Indeed NoW Enough ‘Crucifixion’ Pain
    And Numb May Come in Life Mostly
    Within True Never Hung on a Tree…

    What a
    gift it is
    to be a King of Pain..:)

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  7. Good grief or bad grief, they’re both a form of grief. I’d like to think that after experiencing multiple firms if grief, an individual becomes immune to the pain of grief and he or she becomes stoic or rightly put, stone cold.

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