Gone for Grief

~Epilogue~

     (Five years later): I guess we are all born ignorant, but my greatest ignorance was that I thought I had to face every dismal occurrence alone. I was wrong. Peering out at the seaside city of Napier New Zealand, where I had returned, I see a bond chaining me to those with an altruistic heart, rather than the rejection I used to wear vividly. Falling apart was my specialty, but at the time I didn't know the glue that held us together, or the hands that fit each delicate piece back together again. I finally know that it is compassion arranging you in your previous state, and companionship that will clasp you together. Hold onto connections as winds threaten to blow them away, for it is the only way to be anchored to the ground. At the time fierce winds were blowing, tearing, and shredding, I thought I was gone, gone for good. No, here I am and I had only gone for grief, just a short while.