To truly mourn, one must have loved, for empathy alone cannot fathom the void left behind. This absence, unseen by those who knew not its shape, isolates the heart. Existence, a fragile gift, leaves a devastating silence upon its departure. Unlike a journey heralded by tickets and announcements, this farewell is unscripted, a voyage into the unknown. The pain of this journey is a language spoken only by those who knew the depth of the love, a silent testament lost on those who have not felt its touch. Love, the soul's richest treasure, births the deepest sorrow in its loss. Like ephemeral flowers, our beloveds bloom briefly, their beauty a fleeting echo. Patience, then, becomes our solace, a vigil through gloom, until the sun's warmth returns, revealing beauty anew. We learn to find our beloveds not just in memory, but in the rustling of leaves, the warmth of the sun, and the quiet moments of reflection, their essence woven into the tapestry of our lives. For they would want us to the joy they brought, not to dwell in the shadow of their absence, but to carry their love forward, a beacon guiding us through life's journey.
Comments (6)
Actually so beautifully written. 🫶
Thank you I appreciate it
I wanted to write this after talking to my gf about her grandpa and how he isn't doing well
I lost my grandma a year ago, and didn’t realize how much I needed to read something like this until now. These are such beautiful, comforting words. Thank you writing this!
I'm so sorry for your loss-.- I'm sure you loved each other very much
Reply to: ~~ThorenJacques~~
We did. We bickered like cats a dogs! But the love was always there. She’d call me the “rat in her kitchen” and I’d call her the “old crypt keeper” but all from a place of love :relaxed:
Reply to: -ˋˏᴍᴏᴏɴˎˊ-
That's so sweet :heart: