“Grief is a Funny Thing” Fiction. Based on a True Reflection of Grief

“There’s always a purpose to pain, adversity, challenges, and the purpose is for us to find the true essence of who we are as human beings that we are able to empower others”—Kweisi Gharreau

“Grief is a Funny Thing”

Fiction. Based on a True Reflection of Grief

By: K.E.A.

This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional


Grief is a funny thing.

One minute we are upright and moving on

The next we are stopped by a memory, a feeling, and brought to our knees.

The memories linger like shadows

And there is a person, emotion-soaked space that they used to occupy.

You see the phantoms of their presence in the doorways, on the street, in the lyrics of a song, in the scent of the rain.

They remain in unopened letters and bills, scrapes that still bear their name.

Certain phrases upturn the memory like a stream moving rocks and kicking up silt.

The gaping hole reopens at the most unexpected things.

There is the knowledge that what was lost can never be regained.

Life’s happiest moments will be tinged with sadness.

An echo of a presence will follow in your footsteps.

It will call out in the quiet moments

And dig at the old wounds you thought had healed.

Sometimes you beg for the ghosts to vanish and take the pain with them,

But you still want them to stay to keep the memory alive.

What’s left are scars that never fully fade.

Time helps to ease the sting of memories

Until what’s left is a dull ache.

Grief is a funny thing.


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