Grief is like a mountain
The only way through it is over it
Grief is like a mountain that patiently waits for you to climb it.
It doesn’t move — ever. It doesn’t need to (let alone the fact that it can’t, of course). It’s job is to sit and wait. And it will wait forever.
One day you may find yourself at the foot of this mountain, sometimes very unexpectedly.
In the blink of an eye, someone you loved is gone and there is no going back.
You open your eyes to find a mountain in front of you. When you turn your head and body to go back you find you can’t; because in fact you’re now standing on a cliff.
Behind you and below is the ground, now far away. If you step back, you’ll fall; you’ll die. If you stay still, you will literally not move foreward in your life.
You’re not between a rock and a hard place. You’re between a crumbling cliff’s edge and a huge mountain that is as wide as it is high.
The choice is yours how you proceed.
An invitation
The mountain is an invitation. It invites you to climb it to begin the rest of your life without the person you lost.
The mountain is calm, peaceful, beautiful to look at.
