Having made it through the holidays of 2012, I find myself looking out toward Valentine's Day. I am grieving and this will be my first Valentine's alone in more than 30 years. When I look back at the past, the gifts, the candy and everything that went with them, I can see so much love. It's hard to let go of the one I have loved for so long. Below are lines from Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali. Somehow the words are comforting to me.
Death, thy servant, is at my door. He has crossed the unknown sea and brought thy call to my home.
The night is dark and my heart is fearful--yet I will take up the lamp, open my gates and bow to him my welcome. It is thy messenger who stands at my door.
I will worship him with folded hands, and with tears. I will worship him placing at his feet the treasure of my heart.
He will go back with his errand done, leaving a dark shadow on my morning; and in my desolate home only my forlorn self will remain as my last offering to thee.
I am learning about grief. I am learning about life. Going on alone is not easy. I know I am not alone. M.
Moving through my grief after four years can now handle some laughter and tears. I want and need fewer tears and more laughter.
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