What is grief?

Grief is the emptiness you feel every time you see a picture of your
loved one. Grief is the dread of waking up to another day without them. Grief are
the tears you dont have the strength to shed anymore building up in your
soul.Grief is a very real thing for everyone. Losing our loved ones is the hardest
thing weve dealt with. How do you even help a person going through loss?
Certainly not trying to explain the cause or purpose of their death. They say it's a
part of life. They say that they went to better place. They say they are happy
now and dont suffer. They say that god needed an angel and we should have
expect it. How can you plan to deal with permanent loss. You can never fully
prepare for a permanent goodbye. Can someone tell me how to be mentally and
emotionally prepared to close the coffin and lower my grandmother into the
ground? We want them to tell us how to live through everyday knowing that we'll
never see them again. we'll never hear their comforting voice, I'll never see the
way her glasses hang on the bridge of her nose while she reads the bible. Funny
the most christian woman I know wasn't cured by the god she prayed to
restlessly in hopes that he would save her. He heals the brokenhearted, and
binds up their wounds, yet we still suffer. Wed give anything to go back to a time
when they were there to tell us everything was okay.A rare sunny day on her
favorite hill to hear her voice and smell her scent, see the wrinkles by her eyes
when she smiled. Tell us how to get the voices in our minds that tell us to do
crazy things, because were going to die eventually to silence themselves. Tell
us how to stop inhaling the sweet smoke that liberates us also known as
marijuana because there's no other way we know to avoid our pain while
everyone else pretends it doesn't exist. When I die, I hope those who become
endeared with me dont try to silence the other's mourning to make me feel more
content, because Im not the one who's going to live with it. At her funeral they
told me not to cry cause i would make everyone else sad, but that resounding
Thud with which we sent her away still haunts me. Last week when i realized that
i'd been holding in my tears since, and I decided it was time to let them go they
told me to stop living in the past. . Cassandra Clare wrote in her book Clockwork
Prince They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief
is finite. 15 year olds are expected to live beautiful, fantastic, worry free lives we
arent allowed to have problems or feel sadness. 9th and 10th grade are the
grades in which children take their own lives, clearly they werent happy.
However, no one has shown us how to be happy again. When you deal with grief
you see everything as if it were drying paint, dull, boring, emotionless, and
without any sense of time. They don't realize that bottled emotions can cause

explosions and leave mental states atrocious. Everyday people go crazy inside
trying to hide that they cried. We wish feeling werent beautified. Telling the
blossoming, and beautiful that pain is pretty but they lied, because even if we
tried there no way to accept that they died. Im sorry for your loss. Yes I am too.
Im sorry for your loss Yes it still hurts. Im sorry for your loss Help me Its
killing me inside. With each Im sorry for your loss reminder impales our already
grieving hearts with his sword. He strangles our already dying spirits with pain
and denial. Some mornings the pain is a distant memory we can barely
remember, on others it is so harsh we would rather crawl into the coffin with our
relatives. I guess the reason people push it to the back of their minds and try to
forget the actual death is because regardless of beliefs, that doesnt bring our
loved ones back.
In the end the magic word is time. Thats all a person is isnt it? We spend almost
every moment in our lives counting the days down to a certain day , a birthday , a
test, a movie, graduation, the proposal weve been planning or waiting for ages.
Or we spend every moment in our lives counting up the number of days that
weve been apart from that special someone , counting the number of days that
we stopped being addicted , or counting the number of days, minutes, seconds it
took for our hearts to fall to the ground and shatter. In a similar manner, counting
down and counting up are the same thing. But in the end does it really matter,
does it ? That one person who you thought was giving you a look of disgust at
the supermarket, that song that whispers soothing sound waves into you ear, that
book whose pages you flip restlessly during that late night cram session,
everything that you come in contact with no longer matters. Because you die.
And unless you were regarded as someone important by a large population of
people , or do a certain thing to attract attention from masses, your existence will
add to the pile of forgotten things in this universe. Maybe you'll still linger around
in the hearts and minds of those you left desperately crying for you to come back,
but eventually you'll cease to exist and the world will carry on because if we learn
anything in our life is that it goes on.

Rhetorical Devices: Pathos, Onomatopoeia, Allusion, Understatement,Simile

Figurative language: Personification, Hyperbole, Imagery

Sound Devices: Repetition, Alliteration, Rhyme