The loss was unbearable. Breathing so difficult. An elephant sitting on his chest. Hide from the hurt. Ignore it. Pretend it doesn't matter.
A new strategy; confront the pain. The elephant that sits on his chest just reared his trunk and trumpeted louder. Heavier. Harder.
Looking. Searching. Trying to find something, anything, that would make the heaviness go away.
His hand is taken in one's who loves him. Gently laid across a firm lap. Not so gentle hand across his backside.
Chest lightens. Pain transforms into the physical. Bearable pain. Understandable pain.
Until finally, the elephant has left the room.