Life goes on and carries me with it

There is a sudden surreal realisation that life has gone on

with little notice of how your life has been forever altered.

John Pete

Time moves, and passes. Things settle, and change. I feel as though the change has been taking place somewhere deep within me. I have a shifted outlook. My reality has altered. Profoundly. And with it, my perspective is somehow different.

The capacity to grieve is as much a part of us as the capacity to love.

These changes are hard to pinpoint. They are intangible, yet perceptible each and every moment that I choose to 'tune in'. I have a different 'take' on the loss. It is somehow no longer so immediate, or raw, yet always close by.

Each person's grief journey is as individual as a fingerprint or a snowflake.

Earl Grollman

I carry it with me, but have found a way of holding it close without feeling consumed or restricted by it. Like the many little things I transport in my handbag: it is there, and I feel comforted knowing of its presence. But I need not recollect it every minute of every day.

Loss and heartache do not define you.

They are part of your story.

Reminders abound. Pieces of music. Familiar phrases that I hear from others' mouths. The redirected mail I will sometime get a handle on. Your presence, sitting there peacefully on my kitchen window. Delighting in the spring sunshine.

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