I think as one gets older, each loss piles on top of the last, 
the sum of grief, small and large, accumulates. They abate... 
but with every new one every old one returns, dropping fresh 
like stones from the sky, crushing, bruising, breaking.


Your first grief from earliest childhood, tiny, the loss of a 
favorite toy haunts. But then as you age grandparents go, and 
aunts and uncles and parents... and pets. Sometimes siblings, 
worst, children.


And all this grief accumulates and fades and reappears, 
    new weight, 
        heavy, with every fresh grief.


And eventually, advancing in age, the loss of even 
a dog or a cat brings forth a cascade, an avalanche, 
crushing weight of all the remembered loss,
    lost anew
    


Too great to bear, too much to hold.
The dam breaks, the tears burst forth, 
    flooding, 
    crushing

and
    drying, end

        and all the mornings of the world cease

And grief ends and begins anew
Shuffled off 

upon the shoulders of others
    if you're lucky
    

Because if you're lucky, there are people who are grieved at losing you

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