By Jenn Linning
“Why is it still raining? The storm finished an hour ago.”
I had taken my granddaughter for a walk in the woods. A week had passed since the funeral and she had barely spoken a word since.
“Some of the raindrops haven’t made it to the earth,” I explained. “They’ve been trapped in the leaves, waiting for the wind to knock them loose.”
“Oh. Like when you cry about something long after it’s happened,” she replied thoughtfully. “Even though time has passed, it doesn’t mean your tears have fallen.”
“Yes,” I whispered, her words and her suffering piercing my heart. “Precisely.”
A wonderfully tender piece of writing. Excellent !
This is a familiar feeling and you describe their grief in such a unique and beautiful way.
Beautiful piece
Beautiful imagery to illuminate grief.
This is a beautiful piece of writing about grief and loss. Thank you for sharing it. I love the imagery and metaphor, the tenderness and love that you so simply and effectively conveyed.
So beautiful. I will think about this story for a while.
I like how the identity of the departed is not named. A skillful story.
Beautiful!