Accepting our grief is a sad and complicated journey that we alone must travel.
Grief is being in a row boat having dropped an oar. Attempting to row the boat, it goes round and around.
Not moving forward it drifts a little way so you try to row again. The same result prevails. A gust of wind is felt and the boat slowly drifts towards the shore.
The boat beaches itself on a strip of white sand amongst shady gum trees and green grass. Looking around familiarising yourself you hear laughing and voices, you walk forward to be greeted by caring people.
Our grief journey is very individual: each person moving on at their own time and pace each one with different thoughts and feelings. We realise we can’t change the past, as we mindfully accept each day and look forward with hope always being able to reflect on the kindness and love that was bestowed on us by our loved ones