Grieving

There are many different ways to grieve. In those ways, people always seek comfort and a great understanding. When one is reminded of their own mortality the air seems a little more dense. Dense with the knowledge of your unfulfilled potential just waiting around floating in the air waiting to be grasped- plucked from the mediocrity of the status quo.

I found myself actually grieving. It was particularly difficult, because it took someones great loss to find my calling, to be a medical social worker. when I saw the look of death in a loving resident's eyes... it was a moment of eternity that added strength to my breaking heart. In a true sense she wasn't loosing her life, but gaining wings like a butterfly, who can fly free from the confines of their cocoon.

2 hours after I saw here, she was able to fly free. I will forever remember her smile... in the midst of great pain. Some day I hope to fly free from my cocoon and truly find myself- not regretting, but looking forward to a new sunrise on the horizon of my destiny.