3 Weeks and 4 Days
By. Katie Stifter
Mind is numb, it's hard to focus. Attention to task can't be kept.
Chest is heavy, massive weight has been placed. With every breath a strain to inhale.
Body is exhausted, sleep is a companion: Its friendship allows for an escape.
Ears are ringing, stare is dead. Others speech is muffled in my head.
Heart is broken, agony and torment control it's chambers. Beats have now turned to throbs. Soul is uneasy; it's lost its contentment. It now aches for the loss of its mate.
Emotional pain transformed to the physical. Every fiber of my being affected.
Future altered in just a flicker. Hopes and dreams now, not mine to own.
3 weeks and 4 days of whole-self turmoil, each pain- ridden day to bore the next.
He was found, but no rejoicing. The end became his end.
An unwelcome beginning now commences. Despair and forlorn set a new life stage.
This is Grief…
My name is Katie Stifter. In 2016, my husband went missing for 3 weeks and 4 days, and it was later found that he tragically drowned in a freak paddle boarding accident. Leaving me a pregnant 35 year old widow, with two small children to raise. Happiness is not a choice! You have to work at it! Grief is a human experience and it needs to be shared to help others heal. I am now on a mission to help others not feel alone in their tragedy. To help others roar and find happiness!
The poem below depicts the body’s reaction to grief. Grief and mental illness impact every aspect of our being. All of our senses are affected. Grief needs to be talked. Grief is a human experience that all of us will face. The loss of my spouse will affect me for the rest of my life, but we don’t have to face it alone. The more we talk about it the more healing we can bring to others.
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