Processing loss

I’ve thought it’s a bit like a huge mountain of sand

That needs work and attention to dig,  turn over and process

Putting it off is fine, but it’ll sit there until you’re ready to put spade back in hand

And slowly sift and consider all the grains waiting to be addressed

For waiting is not problem for those that have passed

The uncomfortable truth is that you’ll never get over it, and can’t rush it through

You’ll at best reach a peace as the sand steadily empties in your own hourglass

And a better understanding of the loved ones that you knew