Grief is rarely
fatal. Grief simply lingers on,
disguised and hidden. Grief transforms
one’s life into an unimaginable state of disbelief, suspense, and
surrealism. Grief opens the gates of
one’s heart and conscience to the reality and finality of death. Grief makes death familiar and within reach.
Grief sheds death’s shroud of mystery and doom by turning it into a tangible
human experience, albeit an exceedingly bitter one.
Unbelievably, it has
been two long and agonizingly painful years since the death of our precious
daughter. I am still here, living and
breathing without much effort, while Shahdi is slowly turning into dust in her
white coffin. Grief has not managed to kill me but it has triumphantly wiped
out most of my hopes and dreams for the future. Grief has taken the element of joy
and delight out of most ordinary life experiences.
