healing after loss

Some-one recently sent me this - I think it's from some daily meditations by Martha Whtmore Hickman. Anyways, just wanted to share. It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but for me it speaks volumes.
"  There is no question of getting beyond it. the litte boat enters the dark fearful gulf and our only cry to escape is, "put me on land again". But it's useless. Nobody listens. The shadowy figure rows on. One ought to sit still and uncover one's eyes.
Perhaps we try to escape,
If we do not speak of it...
If we drink ourselves into numbness...
If we submerge ourselves in work so we don't have time to dwell on it...
If we sleep, we will forget...
But our silence shouts to us. drugs will destroy us. At the end of the harried workday we look in the mirror and see our despair. And when we escape into sleep, we have to face the truth all over again when we wake up.
Years ago i was riding on a ferris wheel with my daughter and, being fearful of heights and imagining all kinds of accidents, I covered my eyes with hands.
She would have none of it.  "Open your eyes, Mom!", she called.
I did and it wasn't so scary after all.
Better to open our eyes and face our loss. It will cost less in the long run."