
Jag vill dela denna text. Den var så otroligt beskrivande hur sorgen kommer i vågor. Just nu kommer dom med 10 sekunders intervall och obarmhärtigt branta är dom också. Så brutalt kraftiga att jag nästan drunknar av dem.
Försökte att skriva ett inlägg men det går inte att se mellan tårarna. Det får räcka för idag. Be för mig att jag orkar igenom detta hav. 😭😭🙏



And then a translation into English on Google translate
josefinlidbom. As for grief, you will find that it comes in waves. When the ship first crashes, you drown, with wreckage around you. Everything that floats around you reminds you of the beauty and how magnificent the ship once was. And all you can do is float. You find a few pieces from the wreck and cling on, for a while anyway. Maybe it’s some physical thing. Maybe it’s a nice memory or a photograph. Or maybe it’s another person floating too. For a while, all you can do is float and stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are soaring, 50 meters, and crash over you without any mercy. They come at ten second intervals and do not even let you catch your breath. All you can do is cling on and try to float. After a while, maybe months or years, the waves are still as high, but they come at larger intervals. But they still wipe you out once they strike. But in between, you can breathe and function. You never know what will trigger the grief. It can be a song, a picture, a crossroads, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything, and then the wave comes with full force. But between the waves there is life.
Somewhere along the way, you discover that the waves are only 30 meters high, or maybe 20 meters. And even if they still come, they strike less often. You can see them when they are on the road. An anniversary, a birthday or at Christmas. You can see them coming, for the most part, and then prepare. And when they wash over you, you know you will survive. Soaked, shaken, you cling to a small piece of the wreck, but you will survive. Take it as advice from an old man who’s been there. The waves do not stop coming, and somehow you do not want them to do so.







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