Grief

Several years ago, a few years after my disability was diagnosed, when I still could not walk or stand unaided, my mother died.  As I said yesterday, I had different views about death and I also thought that my different views would mean that I could avoid the grieving process.  I was wrong, realizing now that grieving is a valuable aspect of life.  I wrote her a letter, which I burned and crawled down to the shore of a river to talk to her spirit.  I cried and told her what I needed to.  That was a wonderful part of the grieving process for me.  At that time a very special bird landed near me, listening to what I had to say - magical & meaningful.