Grief is a like a Vulture
by Diana Cox
My husband and I found our 47 year old son on the floor where he died in the night from a heart attack. He was working on a remodeling job, something he loved to do. He was a master carpenter and had so many talents. Our grief is so great and his death does not seem real. His love for history, literature, and music was such a part of him and he could talk about almost any subject with people. He leaves a 14 yr old son who was his pride and joy. They were best friends. There is a hole in all of our hearts.
Grief is like a vulture that swoops down and tears a hunk out of your heart. You think, I will be ok now, but before long, you'll hear the beating of the wings.