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But On The Inside...

Written by Shae Eccleston


They ask: How are you doing?

I’m doing really well. I’m grateful to have had her in my life, to have known her, laughed with her and loved her.

The say: Cherish the memories

I am. I really am. I look back and smile on a daily basis, cherishing the ways she made us laugh or, at times, cry. Childhood memories mean so much more now. I am keeping them close.

They question: How are you feeling?

I am managing. I am back at work forging the dream she was so proud of me for. Doing my best to be my best.

They state: She loved you

I know and I’m grateful that she left me at the tail end of a pandemic. We were able to say goodbye and support each other when so many others had to do without knowing or processing. We were given a gift. I should be grateful.

I am grateful.


How are you doing?

I am broken. When will this end? How I am meant to feel? The stages of grief in movies are linear. My grief is confusing, painful and debilitating.

Cherish the memories

I want to but I’m scared I will lose them. I can’t really remember the last thing she said to me or the last joke we shared anymore. All I remember is the trauma of seeing her lying there. Gone. At peace, but gone. I am terrified that the trauma will overpower the love and that I may never again be the same.

How are you feeling?

My mind is fuzzy and my heart is bruised. I want to escape but I must stay for those around me who are feeling what I am too. I am feeling everything, all at once.

She loved you!

It’s the tense that hurts. She ‘loved’ us all. I know the reason I hurt is because I am still using present tense: I ‘love’ her. When I reconcile the tenses, perhaps I’ll be able to process the fact that death is a way of life.

‘What is grief, if not love persevering?’ The Vision


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