Grief Is Love With Somewhere To Go

There are things we wish we could say. Apologies we never voiced. Accomplishments we hoped they’d see. Regrets we never got to atone for. We carry them like stones in our chest.

When someone we love dies, they vanish from the timeline we thought we had with them: the birthdays to come, the proud glances across the room, the slow unfolding of who we hoped to become in their eyes.

And in that emptiness, guilt seeps in.

Did they leave proud of me?

Did they know how much I loved them?

Was I enough?

In the past year, I’ve watched loved ones lose their loved ones. Each moved through grief in their own way — sometimes loud, sometimes quietly — but often with guilt. Guilt for feeling joy. Guilt for starting to move on. Guilt for all that was left unspoken, or unachieved.

And if you are in this place now, let this be a gentle reminder.

The Ache of the Unfinished

The Projection of Judgment

Grief Always Has A Place to Go

To Honour Them, Live Fully