Grief sometimes comes in waves,
and today was the high tide.
Day by day, I feel its ebb and flow, oscillating like the tide.
Some days, it is calm and still enough, I can see my own reflection on the surface. Other days, I wake up with the water up to my neck and the sadness gnawing at my insides.
Man was never meant to swim the ocean. Man was never meant to say goodbye.
Yet we swim,
our hearts at the mercy of the seas.
I first felt it come when I was walking down College on my morning meanderings after breakfast. It came up on me by surprise and one of the first thoughts I had – as if bred from instinct – was,
“What did I do wrong?”
As if I made a mistake by being sad.
As if I was responsible for the waves.
Remember it is the ocean you are swimming in,
Remember your helplessness in the seas,
and remember, you have a rescuer.
Some days, the high tide will come and you will have to swim for your life.
And when it does, always remember –
“It is not your fault.”