The management of grief

I have no right to grieve. I am being selfish. They are in a better place than me.

Still, I walk out into the water and hope. Standing there, the water feels warm. I could dive in and go to them. Join Satish and my girl wherever they are. But I cannot, Pam needs me.

We came to Ireland to identify the bodies they found, but decided to spend the day by the coast where the plane went down. The Irish are good people. They hug us, shed their tears with us, give us flowers, and comfort us. Satish was one of the people they found.

I walk back towards where Shaila is standing. Poor, Shaila. She has lost her whole family, and husband and two sons. I don't know how she has stayed to calm through all of this. Shaila has brought things for her boys, and a poem for her husband. I have brought hope and despair. Why does God give us so much if all along he intends to take it away?

How does one describe how they feel? The greif is so overwhelming when you lose someone you love so much. To lose someone you planned your life with is reason to want to die. To lose a child is unbearable. Why did good people have to die? Why does someone so innocent and beautiful have to be taken away from us? I have so many questions, and no answers.

"The water felt warm, Shaila," I tell her.

"You can't," she says. "We have to wait for our turn to come."

She is right. I know she is right. My swami tells me depression is a sign of selfishness. That I should not grieve, but rejoice for they are in a better place. Perhaps I am being selfish.

Still, I look out at the waters and hope. I hope to see my love walking back to me with girl holding his hand. I hope to hear a song.

Response to "An Ounce of cure"

The title, "An Ounce of Cure," is a reference to the common saying, "an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure." The saying states that taking care of a problem earlier is much easier than delaying to take care of a problem that may get worse later. In this case, Munroe does not try to seek help until she suffers from an extraordinarily embarrassing situation. Instead, Munroe tries to solve her problems by drinking which, unfortunately, is what many people in society do. She tries to cure her problems with an ounce of alcohol, but instead makes her problem many times worse. Although Munroe was put through a difficult situation, she does learn from her mistakes and does eventually get over her depression from being dumped. Munroe shows us that we can get though the worst of situation and fix any problem regardless of how bad it can get.

Winter Blues

The world has turned into a land
With no more sea, and no more sand,
Nothing but ice, nothing but cold,
Where have gone the warm days of old?

The birds have all took off and fled,
As we watch the skies, filled with dread,
For days that will come soon to pass
Where we must shovel, not cut the grass.

It takes more time to move around
And where we go, "Crunch!" is the sound.
We plan next year to take a trip
Watch out! The ice! Slow down! Don't slip!

Now on my back I see the sky,
Gaze up with pain and wonder why
The sun shines bright, yet its so cold!
Where have gone the warm days of old?

This poem is iambic tetra meter. There are rhymes;
1. land, sand, cold, old, fled, dread ('d' sounds are repeated)
2. pass, grass ('s' sounds are repeated)
3. around, sound ('d' sounds are repeated)
4. trip, slip ('ip' sounds are repeated)
5. sky, why (y' sounds are repeated)
6. cold, old ('d' sounds are repeated)