A Loss

I never had to deal wih a loss before. Of course I did lose my grand parents but I was so young. It is hard to remember the emotions that coursed through me then, although I recall being unable to cry for a long time.
Our beautiful Persian died last week and life has changed. People grief in different many ways. Some mourn for a little while, then rejoice as they consider death a part of living that continues on. Others, like myself, cannot handle the grief and sink into darkness.

I have cried for Maya for over a week and the grief has been so hard to bear. Sometimes I could swear I hear her on the sink calling for the faucet to be turned on. I know that I am not mourning for her only, I have lost Love and for that I will never be the same. But as my very dear friend said, one has to let go and if it is meant it will happen.

I went to pick up Maya's ashes yesterday and while it was extremely difficult for me, I felt joy as I saw how many people had loved her, from the techs to the vet. In her little short life, my baby girl touched so many people. This should be a lesson to me.... a very valuable lesson.