It took a while but now I see, the gift of the love you left in me.
With nowhere to go I held it within, allowing it to blossom again.
I wallowed in sorrow and carried the grief like a badge of honor until I couldn’t exist in sadness any longer.
I spoke your names, told our stories, found people who wanted to hear them.
When I was alone, I let all the memories take me to the depths; opening myself to the possibility that maybe you aren’t gone forever, but alive inside of my head.
Energy cannot be destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another, leaving hope that in some form, you’re still here with me.
My pain, a constant reminder of the impermanence of our life.
Not one of us escapes our inevitable ending.
So often we forget that we too will leave, fearing another’s loss, until we refrain from making any connections at all.
Let sadness show us our capacity for feeling.
The magic of love; knowing we all must go, so holding every moment dear.
With time grief became clarity; an understanding that if I have a limited lifetime, I’d better live it knowing I will lose it.
Live not in fear, but in faith, all will be beautiful if you let it.