Someday, Maybe

by Onyi Nwabineli

To grieve is to frighten the people you love.

Grief is not neat. Pain is not dignified. Both are ugly, visceral things.

I will take silent uneasiness over unsolicited advice any day, one more everything happens for a reason might push me over the line into homicidal.

“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.”