A big part of the new fiction novel I'm writing is about grief, loss, love, healing, and how when tragedy strike things get all jumbled up. Faith falters, people rise to the occasion or they crumble under the stress. Everyone grieves differently.
It's strange the things you remember in times of deep despair. I remember the week my brother died we literally had so much food that it was rotting on our counter b/c we couldn't fit it all into the fridge. I remember literally praying people would stop brining over flowers b/c they just ended up dying all over our house. I remember thinking I hated people b.c they said the stupidest things in the most inappropriate times. I remember wishing someone would help my sister find a way to sleep b/c she had been awake for days on end. These are the things I was thinking b/c the alternative, at the time, was too painful.
As I write about grief it is hard to go back there—to the funeral, the days before, the days after. I have always wanted to write something that had to do with healing and hope that his new book will do it justice.
For those of you who have grieved and stood on the precipice of despair I am wondering what random thoughts consumed your mind and heart. I want to capture grief in its most naked and vulnerable state. If you are willing to share I would appreciate your feedback.