Grief is defined as: pain, misery, sadness, anguish, pain, anguish, anguish, heartbreak, agony. It’s hard to find the good in those feelings, but it’s there. The powerful impact of losing something you love is a universal feeling that unites us. We come together under the mist of pain.
Nobody understands until pain visits. Lack of appetite and general disconnection are common. It is a serious and vital decision to leave the binding pain behind. It is a spiritual act to rise above it and live existentially.
In that state, love can exist. It will take root and grow, overshadowing the pain until its ashes fade away. Each human being interprets and reacts to loss in a unique way. Some bury it until it becomes toxic and rots. That will cause it to rise to the surface and poison for long periods of time if it is allowed to expand.
Focus on life. Spend time around innocent babies or animals. Go to the nearest animal shelter and walk some lonely dogs. Take one home with you if possible. There are so many branches to reach. Every action towards love / life elevates one a little higher above the pain.
The pain that follows death never dies. It becomes as small as a mustard seed until it is focused (fed) until it grows larger and larger. Eventually, the pain overshadows growth and the person becomes stagnant. This results in years of lost potential.
A personal hell will inflate until no healthy person can exist with such a low level of mental / physical / spiritual energy. Pain exists on a visceral level. When those deep feelings are reached, the spiritual heart cannot always contain the pain and it is felt physically. It’s a literal heartache.
The death of my little sister was a challenge because she was neither old nor sick. He underwent back surgery and was given powerfully addictive pain relievers, including Oxycontin, Dilaudid, and Morphine. A 44-year-old man who would never finish an entire beer became an “accidental addict.” It destroyed her kidneys in two short years.
We had no idea of the level of intoxication Susan had to experience on a daily basis to avoid withdrawal. His full-time job consisted of keeping the necessary pills coming in. I was going to see three doctors for back pain, migraines and something else. None knew of the others, and the hospitals had no records of cross-communication.
Six weeks ago, I held my mother as she slid to the other side. And she knew it was real. In the last week, she was ‘getting distracted’ and coming back to tell me all these wonderful things. It would be her uncle Gary, whom she met as a child, who would come looking for her to take her to heaven. We thought it would be Susan, the youngest.
He once said, “Everything we believe is real. There is no need to be afraid. You have to stay and do your job. One day, we will find ourselves in a glorious place that is not limited by human understanding. we will all spend on pure energy. ” His huge smile told me it was all true. “
