Grief is…
Losing both parents too early to lung disease and cancer. Feeling the heartbreak of that forever, even if there was a chance to say goodbye.
Losing a dear friend suddenly, with no chance to say goodbye. Feeling the ache for one more walk together, one more tea, one more dance.
The precious little embryo, that was maybe gonna be a baby, but didn’t make it past Day 5.
It’s feeling the collective sorrow of war, g3n0cide, and destruction that makes us question how humans could possible hurt each other that way.
It can make many days feel dark and heavy. Hollow and empty.
But grief is also…
All the love before the loss.
All the memories that live forever.
All the hope for the future that still persists, even—and especially—amidst grief.
Grief. It is hauntingly beautiful. Sacred. Holy. Divine.
With love,
Jenn
