Absent Feet

It All Happened So Quickly...One Minute It Seemed Life Was As Usual The Next All Those I Hold Dear Were Thrown Into A Dark Unchartered Sea Of Grief . Like A Raging Storm We Were Cast Into An Ocean Of Unforgiving Doom. Franticly We Sought Direction Which Lead All Too Quickly To A Place With Only The Grey Rain Clouds Of Bereavement. At Some Point In My Own Desperation To Cope With The Raging Sea Enveloping Me I Searched For A Guide In Vain. My Only Understanding Of The Storm I Was Battling Came From The Wise Words Bestowed On Me From Friends...I Was Lucky To Be Able To Appreciate A Glimmer Of Understanding Simply By Knowing I Was Not The Only Person To Have Passed Through A Storm Such As The One Found When Journeying Through A Place Called Grief. Grief In All Its Black Doom Is A Personal Process Each Of Us Has To Encounter Individually.