Sunrise

It's difficult to give yourself permission to feel grief.

My grandfather died this morning...well. A lifetime ends in a few shallow breaths in a dark room, sleep fading into night as the sun rises. He was so unhappy these past few years...but every time he said goodbye to me, he always told the story about the first time he held me on. "You were only this big, Lissy, just this big, right on my chest."

Grief is so conflicted, and complicated. How much of it there should be. What it should look like.

Anyway. I was struggling so hard with it, and how to express it, and even what it was. I didn't realize what I was lacking until Ryan found me and wrapped his arms around me--almost, gave me permission to feel that loss, let it go. What an odd and beautiful feeling that is.

Ah, grandpa.