Grief is the wind: the hurricane that passes, the breeze that persists.
Grief is the sea: the tide that rises and falls but never stops, the sneaker wave that soaks my shoes when I’m not watching.
Grief is the memory: the longing for times past, the regret for time wasted.
Grief is the moment: a restlessness that cannot find peace, a listlessness that cannot find inspiration.
Grief is the day: a new loss every morning, an old ache every night.
Grief is the future: a presence every season, an absence every holiday.
Why love if losing hurts so much?
I have no answers anymore, only the life I have lived.
Twice in that life I’ve been given the choice: as a boy and as a man.
The boy chose safety, the man chooses suffering.
The pain now is part of the happiness then. That’s the deal.
– Anthony Hopkins as C.S. Lewis in Shadowlands
Today is the Day of the Dead.