Grief is complicated, heart-wrenching, and if not tamed, grief can be all consuming.
My grandmother passed away on January 15th, 2013 – the day before my birthday. She lived to be 101 years old, and she was the godliest woman I have ever met in my entire life. My pastor prayed over me, asking God to use my grief as fuel for my writing. Not in the twisted or morbid sense of reaping benefit from something as heavy and painful as grief. Of course not. He prayed that God would allow me to use my gift of writing as process to work through the whirlwind of emotions raging inside of me. Although I have written many essays and assignments during these past weeks, I have not blogged (for my personal website) or free-written (for pleasure). For reasons beyond my writing ability, I cannot express how much I have not wanted to blog the past two months.
Grief is complicated, heart-wrenching, and if not tamed, grief can be all consuming.
Still, here I am. Humbly, I again pour my heart on the page or screen, depending. Again, I have received a surplus of confirmation that I am indeed on the right career path. Writing, acting, creating — these are my passions, and I again place them before you, my fan base. I am often a victim of my imaginative tendencies. Sometimes I stray or wander and forget to check in. I’ll do my best to prevent these wanderings from happening for long stretches of time. I have one blog in the works about the new movie “Safe Haven” and hopefully many more! You guys are the heart and soul of this writing operation. Thank you for all your support and kind words!
Grief is complicated, heart-wrenching, and if not tamed, grief can be all consuming.
Yet, if grief is tamed, not forgotten, grief transforms our understanding and imagination to newfound heights. Grief is a reminder, a lingering aftertaste which reminds us of life’s frailty while simultaneously increasing our appetites for the vitality life offers.
