Writing Through Grief

I started writing a story to deal with a double family death earlier this year and found it very helpful but when I was over most of the sadness I found it too difficult to continue. Maybe I will continue it only when sadness strikes.

Here is the beginning.

Joseph, Steven and Sarah had known each other since they were infants. They were inseparable, however now they were becoming teenagers, things were beginning to get strained. The hormones were emerging and causing trouble in there once peaceful lives. They wished they could go back to simpler times but such was the March of time. It didn’t help that recently Joseph’s grandfather had died recently and left his spooky old house in Yorkshire to them. He would be visiting it shortly and he was not looking forward to it. It was boring, plus it was cold, wet and windy. He hated those weather conditions being a child of the Sun. He also disliked unfamiliar places, people and negative emotions. He would have to deal with all that soon and it would overwhelm him leading to many days where he would be inconsolable. The only people who could bring him out of his shell were Steven and Sarah. It’s how it had always been but changes were happening there and he doesn’t like it one bit. He had recently noticed how Steven and Sarah looked at each other and wanted more time alone excluding him with secret code words and gestures. Maybe the trip to Yorkshire would be good after all he thought but then it’s out of the frying pan into the fire. The anguish he felt tore himself in half sometimes as he couldn’t seem to find a girl to be friends with in the same way as he had been with Sarah when they were younger. It seemed to Joseph or Joe for short that the whole world was turning upside down as he was close to his grandfather Bert and he couldn’t believe that he was gone since he had seen him a couple of weeks ago and he was full of life. His granddad had been a sailor for most of his life as he had taken to it as a young lad and he never felt happy when he was landlocked. Joe liked swimming and was competent in most water sports thanks to Bert. They were kindred spirits and he had talked to him about girls too. He has said that the sea and women had had a lot in common as they were both mysterious a hid a lot of what they were thinking and feeling from you. You had to interpret the signs and moods. If you were inexperienced you could sail into a storm that would be devastating to your morale and ego. Joe wished he had understood better what Bert was talking about as he didn’t get metaphors easily. He liked straight talking people better that didn’t use all of this non verbal information. It confused him too much as there was too much input from the world around him let alone what the people in front of him were doing. He was easily distracted but he couldn’t help himself. He was just so curious and the environment held so many things that were new but could also be very dangerous and scary he was finding out.

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