Activities of Cindy Boyd

5 years later Jesy and the grief still comes in waves.
Sometimes a gentle rolling wave that slowly wraps around me like a heavy blanket. The weight of it almost unbearable at times but so familiar now.
Sometimes it comes crashing and knocks me over leaving me feeling disoriented and I feel as if I am drowning. Will I ever breathe again?
And then it is gone, leaving me in its wake, and a stillness comes over me, and j find the courage to stand up, and I breathe-I am stronger now, and I know how to handle the waves.
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My grief is like a pebble in my shoe
And each day my grief feels new
Each step through life now causes me pain
Can't you see it's not easy to walk again?
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