Greetings to the blogging world. As you may have guessed right off the bat, I am new to the blogging world but I am in great expectation it is wonderful and gratifying frontier.
I have posted several things on Facebook and am jumping into blogging mid stream. I do not consider myself a poetic writer nor a profound thinker. But, I am inspired. I believe…. and hope you do not have to be an inspirational writer to create an inspirational blog. In my case, I hope I can just write about a life changing experience and about an inspirational person that brought that change.
Grief: a keen mental suffering or distress over affliction or loss; sharp sorrow; painful regret.
While that may the definition according to Webster, those words remain one dimensional, sparse and elementary in comparison to truly understanding the depths, convexes and concaves of the reality of the experience of grief.
When there are no words to speak during this time, I have found I can write. My expressions through the written word fall short of my feelings. Most of the time it is like a dam filled to the brim just to overflowing and it is only seconds away from bursting, but then a twig moves and a simple stream of water leaks out. The amount of pressure changes little, the bursting is still close, but there is hope. As long as the trickle of water continues…there is hope that the dam will not burst and cause phenomenal devastation to all those around. May that small trickle of water bring life and hope to all it touches. And eventually, in time, the pressure will ease from the dam and all will be well again.
This post and the ones that follow will be in honor and memory of my 20 year old daughter, Grace Erin Smith who on May 9, 2013 at 5:30 am, passed from this world into the next.
I have posted several things on Facebook and am jumping into blogging mid stream. I do not consider myself a poetic writer nor a profound thinker. But, I am inspired. I believe…. and hope you do not have to be an inspirational writer to create an inspirational blog. In my case, I hope I can just write about a life changing experience and about an inspirational person that brought that change.
Grief: a keen mental suffering or distress over affliction or loss; sharp sorrow; painful regret.
While that may the definition according to Webster, those words remain one dimensional, sparse and elementary in comparison to truly understanding the depths, convexes and concaves of the reality of the experience of grief.
When there are no words to speak during this time, I have found I can write. My expressions through the written word fall short of my feelings. Most of the time it is like a dam filled to the brim just to overflowing and it is only seconds away from bursting, but then a twig moves and a simple stream of water leaks out. The amount of pressure changes little, the bursting is still close, but there is hope. As long as the trickle of water continues…there is hope that the dam will not burst and cause phenomenal devastation to all those around. May that small trickle of water bring life and hope to all it touches. And eventually, in time, the pressure will ease from the dam and all will be well again.
This post and the ones that follow will be in honor and memory of my 20 year old daughter, Grace Erin Smith who on May 9, 2013 at 5:30 am, passed from this world into the next.
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