“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.” – Unknown.
Grief. I feel hesitant to even own the word. Hesitant to permit my heavy heart to feel this way. Or to acknowledge it openly. To be grieving in the silence, in the hidden, in the moments stolen alone… To put on a brave face…
You were Here and I Knew before I knew.
You Left and I knew before you left.
I felt you, loved you and carried you with me.
My heart is always open for you.