Broken Open

Privately being strangled by my own grief, in blackness, I moved around the very people who survived "our loved ones suicide" in total SILENCE. I can remember standing next to a relative or friend when Brett's name was being mentioned. What came next was a quick are you okay look, or are you going to break look. The distortion of grief prevented them from being able to see me giving them the same look. As if somehow my mothers’ badge gave me grief preference. It didn’t. Grief was tearing through them as well. How could it not, they were all in love with the very same person I was in love with. He was one of us; he belonged to all of us! When I got “the look”, I stood up straighter, fake-smiled brighter, and moved in closer in hopes one of us would find the courage to initiate a deeper conversation about our suffering. That dialogue never came.

Our silence is finally over. It's been twenty days since the release of my book Grateful For Grief Seasons of Transformation. I am proud to say the book has created an outburst within the first demographic I aimed for. That would be my Tribe (my family and close friends).


THEY ARE BROKEN OPEN!

There are tears.............finally
There are assumptions.......finally
There are questions.........finally
There are answers...........finally
There are hugs and kisses...finally
There is laughter...........finally

Finally…………There is no more grief silence
Finally …….......WE ARE HEALING TOGETHER!

“I affirm that my book and more healing is on the way to the entire world who I consider an extension of my tribe. Surviving grief isn’t enough; it’s time to heal from grief.” ~Monique Antoinette