Today marks the nine month anniversary of my mom's unfortunate death! Nine months = 273.931649 days. Nine months also marks the approximate gestation time of a baby in a mother's womb.
To me, there are many parallels between being torn from the warm, supportive environment of the womb and the immense grief of losing my mother. Both are inevitable, neither are 100% predictable--even with the advances of modern science, and certainly, both are very painful.
For the most part, grief is a time of darkness. It is a time of going within, a time of self-reflection, and a time of endless soul searching. When one faces the phenomenon of grief, they experience intensely raw emotions, overwhelming feelings of loss and regret, and question the meaning of life.
Yet, there is something inspirational about being in the darkness, isolated and alone and really taking the time to look within, which can lead to personal transformation and growth. As one experiences the many facets of grief, there often develops a positive shift in life-long patterns and superfluous behaviors. One begins to accept new ways of thinking, seeing and living. On the other side of the grief, there is joy, happiness and a renewed realization of what is truly important in life.
Although grief is one of the worst phenomenons humans will ever experience, it is also a catalyst for change and a constant reminder that life is truly precious and should be lived to the fullest!
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