‘Melancholie’ by Albert György
We measure our lives in time.
Seconds, minutes, hours.
Days, weeks, months.
Years.
Milestones are celebrated.
A child walks, talks, starts school.
Graduates, marries, becomes a parent.
Life is a continuous celebration.
Until we experience loss.
Of a child or parent.
Or spouse.
Someone isn’t here to celebrate a birthday or anniversary.
Or Christmas.
Times of celebration become bittersweet or sad.
Or unbearable.
Someone said grief is love with no place to go.
But love can always be shared with family and friends,
And most of all, with yourself.
Grief should never stop the celebration,
But instead, enhance it.
The pain of loss never ends,
But the celebration of love and memories
Makes it bearable.
And makes you smile.
Merry Christmas.
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