Pulling the covers over your head; Sound familiar?
How many times have you wanted to do that after a loss from cancer. Those were the words a friend used this morning when he was describing how he’s been feeling after the loss of his Dad. It’s been a few months now and he’s definitely feeling a little less heavy around the heart, but it’s still so hard.
He calls it anxiety. I call it the black magic of grief.
You’re fine one minute and then it’s as if some one has cast a spell over your heart and this feeling of dread overcomes you. The sadness is pervasive, spreading like a think coat of oil through your body.
He has taken to pulling the covers over his head, waiting for the coldness to pass. I told him to walk, swim, put on some headsets and listen to music; anything to help push through the spell.
Grief has to run its course but we can’t let it find a permanent place in our hearts. That’s where life is supposed to thrive.