Living with loss is remembering.
It’s memories that come to us unbidden just as much as it’s the little things we do that remind us of the one we’ve lost. It’s the way we want to say their name and make sure they’re not forgotten.
Grief does something peculiar with time.
It feels like yesterday when our loved one died, but somehow it also feels like a lifetime ago. It is a lifetime – their lifetime.
Grief is untidy.
It spreads out like a haze, infiltrating our dreams, shadowing our waking thoughts.
Grief isn’t something we can put into tidy packages.
We don’t travel through it by neat, pre-defined stages.
And as a wise man wrote, grief is the price we pay for love.