That is where Love lives

How do you handle grief?  

Sitting here in the waiting room at the hospital. I'm sitting here holding a space of love. 

Listening to everyone chatter. Tears. Sobbing. Quivering lips. Runny noses. Red eyes. Love. 

They are gathering to hold their space. I hear. He's too young. I can't believe it. Why him?  

She was fine. We truly thought she was going to be ok.  I'm so glad I was here. 

Oh man what are we going to do?  He isn't going to come out of this. 

We do the only thing we can do. We take a breath and be love. We hold that space of love. We stand in love. We cry. We sob. The ugly tears, the ones that twists our faces. The ones that come out of that deep space. The ones that cause our shoulders to hunch and shake. The ones where our body trembles.  The ones that make our knees weak and we slide to the chair, the sofa, the bed, the floor.  The ones that cause us to scream and heave and yell. 

My heart aches. My breath is shallow. A friend is preparing to leave her body. 

Her daughters are on their way. Coming to help momma home. To kiss her one last time before she goes. 

I love you Mrs M. Peace on your journey. Your physical presence will be missed. You'll always hold a space in my heart. Because that is where Love lives.