When it happens, well like the clippers, everyone will start talking about it, people will come around to comfort you. You’d hear stories of how you’re not alone in that phase of a situation.
There’ll be a show of friends and loved ones and also the sudden appearances of long lost friends, or better say acquaintances to show their supports and respects.
And like smoke and mirrors, you’ll begin to feel it again, but this time, an illusion version of the warmth, the love and the closure, as if it was never stripped off of you. You’ll also feel the presence of something in the guise of peace.
But that,is just the unraveling of a new chapter, a chapter of deep sorrow, the beginning of a melancholic despondency. .
Just as fast as you drew closure and comfort is how fast you’ll begin to feel it. The empty space, the loneliness, the regret of all the time wasted, rue of the words spoken and not spoken. The pain of little affection shared. The beginning of the horror stages of grief.
It will all come rushing down when everyone leaves and you’re left alone. You will be left alone with memories and void. It will be just you facing it all, struggling with the emptiness.
The one thing you should know about grief is that; it has no formula or timeline, it does not follow any rules or schedules. Grief changes you, it breaks you, it puts to birth a darker side of you—You will cry, become angry and even withdraw, but none of that will suffice the pain. It could take months or even years and after sometime, you’d convince yourself that the pain is no more. But one thing they don’t tell you about grief is that, it never leaves, it only transforms into it’s better self or worse.
An introduction of my first book, GLOOM. (An anthology of grief and truth)The journey begins.