After a moment, I had spent in Sonder. I had realized how much Grief has to offer, to be taught. I had pain and grief insisted upon me, on this very date, five years ago.

And it has since remained insufferably unchanged in degree, when hit by the wave.

But, I will tell you that if given the choice, I wouldn't trade a single tear I've shed in the experience. Nor would I promise away any pending tears, in which I know I've yet to cry.

"Let yourself be humbled by it."

Something that I tell myself in an attempt to comfort Who, or what I am here. Soothing my soul. Unknown, to say the least.

Whatever, whereever, a soul is truly meant to mean, meant to be. Here? Is it with her and hers? Or somewhere else entirely? I have heard the possibility of all of us as one, a whole, entirety. In being part of everything.

That would explain why it feels as if I am dragging dead weight right behind me. Figuretively speaking, It could be too, that I am Shadow heavy?

I have outlined grief from within the very depths of me, as silly as it seems to do.

I'd be willing to bet that if you split something so far open, at risk of bleeding out. Survival will get you to hum a different tune while you cauterize the wound.

Head on like a Bull, at record speed, running toward the Red sheet, and distressed. I stood my ground and held it up, as long as my knees would stand to let me then. I felt more pain in a moments notice that is hardly close to comfortable.

Dare I say, initially, it is nearly unbearable. However, in a world long turned Black and White, I felt relief for the first time since before my grandmother had died, and I aided her while God laid her beautiful soul in peace.

Grief can teach you many things, both before and after you stop fighting against it.

Most importantly, it serves as a reminder of how much was shared in love.

It's good as set, in being true forever.

Through every shift of Love's expression, given, or received and forced to change.

How unreal would it be if the ache of losing her did not exist here or remain?

Love would not be known at all, without seeing the face of pain.

You can not claim to know what it is like inside the darkness if you have never held a vision of light to guide your way.

You see, It's just the same.

-J.♡L.

♡In Loving Memory Of Katherine♡

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A little more about me, I sometimes get a little over detailed, and yet I could probably put together a book of Quote's, those being one liner's. I love Metaphor's, I am an, "Almost always, mind outside the Box Creative" and I can write acrossed many genre/styles. I refuse to let anyone judge my writing based on hearing or seeing only few of my samples/works. When It comes to Writing Poetry, Song Lyrics, (From Country, Rock, to Rap), Free Verse, Letters, Prose, Rhyme schemes, and more, I get very confident and passionate, and I cannot often say that for to many things. Such as Painting. I know I can but more than half the time I let myself down. I definitely can be a perfectionist. Thank you so much for reading!

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