What an interestng and unpredictable emotion grief is. Two times in as many days I have found myself reduced to tears over the death of my Mother this past November. This morning I was walking around the track of my local recreation center bawling my eyes out. What a sight I must have been. Thankfully no one was around to witness the spectacle. My Mother-In-Law refers to these episodes as “trap door moments.” What a perfect way to describe them.
The book club that I belong to has chosen to read The Secret Life of Bees, in which the main character is grieving the death of her Mother. It is a book filled with both sorrow and joy that centers around the relationships of several Women who are intertwined through both blood and circumstances. It seems a fitting book for me to be reading at this particular time in my life as it also centers on the hope of resurrection. It also seems a fitting theme as we endure these last few months of Winter while yearning for Spring.