Grief and Loss — The Hourglass

Grief and Loss — The Hourglass

I turned its sand-filled half to the top — beginning its time count. And as I watched each sand grain, among others, falling together to its bottom half, I felt something deep within asking for light. 

Silently these white grains dropped and landed gently creating a mound, then collapsing to start another one. Each grain a fragment, connecting with other grains, reminding me of memories past.

As the last one dropped, I touched this hourglass gently, and from within it came flashes of memory — Of a sunlit beach. Of my loved one’s head resting on my shoulder. Warm scents of spices.

I took a deep breath and exhaled in rhythm with the hourglass and its grains of sand, taking me back to my memories of Sand, Teardrops and Time, a poem I had written in Grief. Road Alone. Shared Paths.

If flashes of grief and loss resonate with you like grains of sand in an hourglass, then maybe we’ll share more paths in —