The colors of grief are mostly dark.

The personal truth about grief.

.uncontrollable.... rapid waves... high mountains... low seas.

The struggle for survival in a new and strange land.

I had a very nice day today...breakfast with a wise friend

Dinner with my girl...a bit of shopping and laughter..

Christmas all ready.

Then...wham...here it comes...late at night.

I get anxiety.  I do not want to go to bed.

I want to eat junk food.

I feel like I cannot survive.

I concentrate on the fears.

My husband

My mother

My only son.

I feel weak.

I feel terrified.

There is no one to steady my boat.

Only me...and the godly universe..

I am forcing myself to leave the house in the daytime.

I must force myself to go to bed in the night.

Move along Mrs. O'Quilts