I'm grieving right now. I'm grieving for my life. That sounds really dramatic, but my husband and I came to the decision to separate, then to divorce, and my life, as I have known it for 18 or so years, is passing away.
This isn't like losing a loved one. That grief is sharp and poignant and lasting.
This grief is burning. I have been pushed into the flame, and things are curling up, blackening, turning to ashes. And I will rise from these ashes to be something new.
But now, I'm still mourning, still grasping for that thing that keeps me moving forward. When the ashes are carried away on the wind, there's still some shining little seed, ready to reach for the rain and sun and be alive.