Be Patient With Me

Lydia Kimball had this on her Facebook over the weekend. It's from someone named Gary Roe titled, Please Be Patient, I'm Grieving. I don't know if this is the whole thing or if it's from a book.

I'm hurting. Something traumatic has occurred. Someone I love is gone, and they're not coming back. I don't know how to do this. It's like I've been hit by a bus, and I'm lying flat in the middle of the road, watching the sky go by.

The world speeds on, oblivious to my loss. I watch but I can't seem to enter. It's as if someone pushed the pause button on my life. My world has suddenly changed, forever.

I'm stunned. I'm hurt. My heart is crushed. Grief can be so heavy.

And yet, I can't fully accept it somehow. This can't be real. I know this is confusing for you. It's confusing for me also. You're probably wondering what to say or what to do. You can sit beside me in the road, if you want. You don't have to say much. In fact, you don't have to say anything at all. Your presence is worth all the words in the world right now.

I probably won't say much either. Don't expect much out of me. I won't be myself for a while. In fact, I may never be the same again. This is something we'll both have to grapple with, but now isn't the time for that.

Sometimes all I can do is lie here and breathe. I won't be here forever, but it's where I am at today.

This is hard. It hurts. I don't know where to begin, so I'll just stumble forward and hope my seemingly random thoughts and emotions will make some kind of sense to you.

Thanks for reading this. I know this is strange. It's weird for me, too. Please be patient with me. I'm grieving.