Death is so final
Some say it’s just a transition
Nothing to mourn really:
If you could see the whole picture you be would be sooo at peace with the journey & what’s needed to achieve that experience
But we can’t see the whole picture
We only know our own hearts & our own pain
And that pain carries through the years.
Affecting our thoughts and actions down the line.
Those who haven’t experienced deep loss (or gave themselves permission to feel it) don’t understand.
Or they’ve hardened themselves.
Or covered up the pain with other things.
But it will eventually seep thru
In an old song
Or a fragrance
Revisiting a place
& It all comes back
Among the chaos of life
You can’t help but remember The kind words spoken, or a gift they gave you
Or the pain in their eyes.
That you would give anything now to go back to & stop
But you can’t. So you make peace the best you know how…
By honoring their name & memory
& Remembering the good they’ve done
The many lives they’ve touched
That’s how our loved ones live on…💙💔⛅