My grief is like a tidal wave...

Triggers, triggers everywhere.

Reminders of all you went through.
Reminders of all we went through.

Tonight it was a movie. I didn't know it was that kind of movie.
It knocked me through a loop.

Just know baby girl that I am missing you so much. And I am so sorry I couldn't save you. And that I wish I could make peace with all that needs to be made peace with, because I know you would want that for me, but I have not yet found a way.

I found this poem tonight. It made me think of this journey through life without you, though to be honest I feel my grief is more of a tidal wave than a river, stealing my bearings when it comes, but a river is a beautiful image nonetheless.

Missing you always.
xx
Momma

My grief is like a river, 
I have to let it flow, 
But I myself determine, 
Just where the banks will go.
Some days the current takes me 
In waves of guilt and pain
But there are always quiet pools 
Where I can rest again.
I crash on rocks of anger 
My faith seems faint indeed 
But there are other swimmers 
Who know just what I need.
And loving hands to hold me 
When the waters are too swift 
And someone kind to listen 
When I just seem to drift
Grief's river is a process 
Of relinquishing the past 
By swimming in Hope's channels 
I'll reach the shore at last

~Cynthia G. Kelley~