There are lots of things shared on facebook - pictures of fun times, cute succinct sayings of wisdom. cynical sayings, the vitriol of political debate, and sometimes downright hurtful sarcasm. However, shares about the experience of the depth of loss are rare. You shared about loss which is a real piece of you. The result is a connection which transcends the differences that divide people. I really appreciate posts like this probably because I can relate in a somewhat profound way.
I’ve been coming apart for the last three years. I know I will continue to do so. I think this may be the price of love. I get to a point where I think, “Ah, I’m good now!” and the wave comes rushing back in. I agree with you. It’s not about the opal. It’s about the incomprensible absence - the void - the vacuum left in her wake. I’ll pull a plate out of the cupboard and another will come crashing to the floor and all I can think is, “There goes another part of her.” The plates were hers.
Thanks for your post.
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