I read the quote somewhere that “Grief is love with no place to go.”
That hit home with me, and as time went on, it also made me realize something.
Grief is love with no place to go… until you give it back to yourself.
We’re always harder on ourselves than anyone else could ever be.
But when we lose someone important to us, we need to be kind to ourselves.
I’ll never get Den back or experience the love we had together, but perhaps by extending myself kindness and love, I’ll never forget the depth of the love we had, and not build up a fear of love, forever associating it grief and pain.
Love doesn’t heal ALL wounds, but it can make the journey easier.
On May 30, 2019, I lost Dennis, my husband of over thirty-five years. Ten short weeks later on August 18, 2019, I lost my eighty-four-year-old mother. My grief journey has not been an easy one. While we know grief has five stages, there are many situations and feelings some bereaved never get to express, and I’m using my first AtoZ Challenge to say things I’ve never been able to give voice to. I hope you’ll follow my journey.
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