Absent Feet

It all happened so quickly...One minute it seemed life was as usual, the next all those i hold dear were thrown into a dark, unchartered sea of grief . Like a raging storm we were cast into an ocean of unforgiving doom. Franticly we sought direction which lead all too quickly to a place with only the grey rain clouds of bereavement. At some point in my own desperation to cope with the raging sea enveloping me i searched for a guide in vain. My only understanding of the storm i was battling came from the wise words bestowed on me from friends...I was lucky to be able to appreciate a glimmer of understanding, simply by knowing i was not the only person to have passed through a storm such as the one found when journeying through a place called grief. Grief in all its black doom is a personal process each of us has to encounter individually.