Going Through the Portal
I sit upon the the threshold looking through the portal. This is the portal that I have named grief and loss. I did not enter into this portal willingly. I did not ever want to be here. I have however found myself here and it is here that I needed to stay for as long as I needed. I want to be done, yet grieving is never quite done. Instead, I decided I would be in the portal of grieving and mourning for as long as necessary. It was the only safe place, and the only right place. The farther I go from January 2017, the farther I am from the last time I saw my youngest child on this side of the portal. It is now January 2020. I now see through the portal. I sat upon the threshold long enough, but am I ready to stand up and walk through? Is it time yet? As I sat, I wondered if it would all fall down upon me. Would I be crushed or swept away? Would I be battered and bruised by falling debris? This threshold seems so very precarious. I had come s...