FInding photos of the “light” side of grief was hard at first. I looked back on pictures I had taken since February- weddings, roadtrips, puppies- and saw no “light ” side of grief. All I saw were moments of levity despite my grief. I had fun, but it was a different kind of fun- a fake fun, almost. I eventually stumbled upon some photos that warmed me.
These are all reminders of people I have gotten to know. The best I can come to the light in my grief is having people to share it with, to not walk this path alone.
The dark…also hard to find photos of the dark side of grief. I’m not in the business of making visual memories of my saddest self. At one of my midwife meetings, we wrote up our own name tags when we arrived. When my pen found the paper I ended up writing this:
I then tucked it into my bag and wrote one with my name on it. But this is the dark side of grief- walking around all day with the invisible nametag.