It's funny what grief can do to a person.
It can change them. Turn them into something their not. It can cause a man to kill himself. Or to kill others. It can create a person, so far from what they once were, that they become unrecognizable.
The five stages of grief are as follows,
Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
But can you really categorize what people are feeling? Label the emotions into five 'stages'?
Patrick Jane was no stranger to grief. He was a perfect example of what it can do to a man. Before his wife and daughter were killed, he never would of hurt a fly.
At least if you didn't count conning them out of their life savings 'hurting them'.
But that all changed, the day he went into his home to find his beloved wife and precious daughter slaughtered like animals. Because now, anytime someone had mentioned the words Red and John in the same sentence, murderous thoughts filled his mind.
Graphic pictures that no man, except those who have felt the amount of grief that Patrick Jane felt, could think of them. Before her, that was something he thought about all day.
But then a feisty cop named Teresa Lisbon slowly whipped his ass into shape. His thoughts and dreams slowly, very slowly, came down from brutally graphic to well, less brutally graphic. Until eventually, the most satisfying death, Patrick Jane could think of, was watching Red John endure lethal injection. Watching in the front row, as the man who ruined his life slowly died from painful poison.
Patrick Jane used take pride into how he used to conduct himself. He was a rich charming semi celebrity with a business that gives him prestige, but also had given him a lovely wife and cherub like daughter.
After grief got a hold of him, Patrick Jane was ashamed of everything he had ever done. He no longer took pride in what he was, he shut himself off from the world. He ruined his image when he slandered himself and came out as a fake. He told himself he did it for his family, but the truth was, he did it to make the grief of not only their deaths, but also of everything else in his life lessen.
Then Lisbon taught him, not to feel ashamed of what he was, but to remember what he is now. She taught him slowly, once again very slowly, that you can't change the past.
There where lots of used too's and a lot of grief that Patrick Jane has too live through, but there was also a lot of people helping him do it. Mainly her.
She put him back together until he was almost healed. She had constantly fought to keep him in line, to heal him. And she had done a great job. And despite her refusals to take credit, he told her that she made him a better person.
He couldn't live without her.
Which is why when he walked into her office that morning, coffee in hand, And he saw the smiley face on the wall, he knew that it was over.
There were no more second chances. No body to put him back together again. It was a done deal.
Patrick Jane no longer existed. Now there was only a hunter. And once again murderous thoughts filled his mind.
He dropped the cup of coffee.
It's funny what grief can do to a person.
A little something to brighten your day.
Seriously, I don't know why I wrote it, for some reason, the past few days, I have been fascinated by grief.
Hmm. Well.
Hope you liked.