Grief is when the world goes dark because a bit of its magic is gone. It is the obsession of what once was, and what will never be. It is pity for one's self because who we loved is gone. I should be relieved God's hand stretched out for her and took away her pain. But grief is too selfish for that. I need the dark to shed my tears and relive the moments of our lives. Images flicker on a screen in my mind. A sea of calm gets wrecked by waves of thought. A scent, a word, a song reminds me of her. I wonder if she is here. Watching me long for that chance to say goodbye.
The skin around my eyes is raw. Streaks stain my cheeks, stripping away the person I was before this changed my life. Because only in her death has God unveiled her magnificence - A truth known by all who loved her, now shared with the world.