No one sees the inner pain, hears the echo of recent voices, reviews the memories, re-lives the past, or feels the utter hopelessness in loss. No one but the one...
No one is there to hold you like the one did, speak the same, take the place, bring the joy you once shared, or experience how hard it is to re-call the face. No one but the one...
No one can know the cry in the heart, the loneliness in the soul, the emptyness of seconds that become minutes, hours, days, months, years. No one but the one.
Oh, the silence of grief.
When the last condolence is made and the door closes, when you walk down an even longer hallway, when you lie on your bed at night burying your head deep within the covers to try to block out the scenes and the sorrows that echo... it is gone, they're gone, it is over... No one but the one.
Grief is a lonely and hard journey. It cannot be done by two or three; even though two or three are affected by the loss. It cannot be done by a group; even though the loss touches many.
It is personal. It is long, hard, lonely, it is painful, it is........... Silent!
No one can know it but the one.
