A Gentle Glimpse

And sometimes grief settles upon me like a heavy grey cloud, refusing to budge, slowly suffocating my soul.  I lie there wondering how I am going to fight another day. The days loom ahead of me like a mighty beast awaiting its kill. I cower and try to hide but for some reason I can’t. I can’t move.

 I wonder if I am in that space between life and death where I feel a strange sense of calm. I feel like I am floating, almost flying but afraid to take flight. Then I see him – my grandfather, gardening in the garden of my childhood. I wonder then if heaven resembles our happiest moments and whether everyone’s heaven is unique, holding special meaning for them.