Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER
Grief’s hand can be felt like a slap to the face. A shock. A surprising jolt to the head that disturbs the everyday as the world spins out of control. Her hand can be hard, constantly pushing against your back, fingers digging in and reminding you that the world will never be the same. Even when life brings you joy, her hand still has you firmly in her grip. She may push you down until you connect with a deep sadness, lost in the abyss. But she is not only tough – her hand can be soft and gentle. She may clear a seat for you so that you may sit in amongst the pain and remember the beauty of what was been lost. She can hand you a kind of acceptance, a way to move forward in the new world and a strength that creates a changed you. She delivers her payload with no pattern or logic but her touch reminds us that we have loved.