Someone recently told me that as she was contemplating my grief and my loss, she thought that it wasn’t a puddle, it wasn’t a pond or a lake; my grief was an ocean.

Yes that’s it. My grief is an ocean.

Sometimes I’m drowning, but I haven’t drowned.

I’m surviving and doing this thing called life. I keep on keeping on.

I invite you to pull up a chair and stay awhile. If you’ve stumbled here because someone you love died, I’m so sorry for your loss, and it is my hope that you will be comforted and know that you are not alone in your grief.