Grief Counseling: A Short Story

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Its been just over a year now since James took his life. I recently thought... hmm, okay this is getting a little bit easier and then i took a long deep breath in and on the exhale - Well, there was no exhale. Instead, I sobbed. In that beautifully painful moment I realized I can do two things- I can either continue to decay in grief or I can welcome these heartfelt moments of emotional relentlessness as spiritual visits from him. So thats what I do. Today, I welcome these moments even when they sometimes knock me to my knees. These moments are little spiritual gifts from him disguised as reminders and memories. These unexplained moments of grief that pop up out of no where remind me that I can still feel. It reminds me love

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