With this post I want to talk about grief. Does grief ever get easier? In a short answer, no. It really doesn't. I believe people just develop coping mechanisms in which they can deal with it slightly easier.
I wrote this story on my first ever University trip to the Potteries Museum and Art Gallery. We were asked by our lecturers to find a piece of art that stands out to us. The Staffordshire Saxon was the first piece we saw as we walked in. And for some reason he stuck in my mind. I walked around for hours with my classmates until we came to the little classroom area they usually let primary school children use. People were abuzz with the photo's they'd taken and what they were going to write about. I knew from the first moment I saw him that I would write my piece about the Saxon.
The sun starts to rise above the tall dark green leaved trees. A low fog hangs around the bottoms of them and creates dew on the half slumped grass. A cold chill is in the air and I know what we are going to find around our small village. It has been the same for the past few months.
The whole village was up early the next morning, even before the sun had risen to almost half way up the trees. The spies were collecting information for Mahir and the group as they sat around the chief's large circular table eating a majestic breakfast of fruit, meat and coconut water. Jax and Dasia held hands the whole time, stealing glances at each other. In his diary, Clive said that Elizabeth wouldn't stop smiling at the newlywed pair. It was the most romance all four had seen in a while.
It took another hour before the tyre tracks they had been following disappeared. So that was where their guide left them. He would later be exiled from his town for it. From there-on-out they hiked up to where they thought the tracks would go. And of course they left Dasia in charge of the map, which meant they got lost again.
I'm sorry I've not written in a while. I hope you all had a great Valentine's Day. I spent mine with Peeves as my fiancé was (and still is) away on a training course for work. I did get to celebrate on what society calls Galentine's Day. We celebrated with Top Gear specials and prosecco. It's not a typical Valentine's, however it was perfect to us.