it cripples, it heals but is never healed.
It is a constant companion in all the shapes and forms and intensities it takes.
The loss takes everything
…all at once.
And anything you have left is taken up simply by continuing to breathe.
Continue to breathe.
A single breath followed by another single breath.
And continue from your side of this life, in the silence of your own breath, to embrace the one you love who died.
Continue to include that love in all that you do and you’ll begin to hear their whispers in the wind, you’ll feel their presence brush your cheek, they’ll paint magnificent gifts in the clouds just for you and for all the world to see.
For those who notice.
Not until they do.
Not until their own hearts are ripped by loss, when the grief introduces them to gravity.
It will happen. It does happen. To everyone.
It’s just your turn to walk before them.
They haven’t abandoned you. They haven’t turned their backs. They have continued living their own lives as they did before yours crumbled around you and pulled them in for a time.
We don’t come together for life.
We come together and drift apart so there are spaces for new connection.
Healing begins to happen in those spaces.
The tide comes in and leaves some things struggling in the sand
What’s left when the tide returns is rejoined with the sea but it’s a new sea, not the sea that left you struggling in the sand.
—written by Melissa Murphy