Saying goodbye to a pet… gut-wrenching. Saying goodbye to a friend or family member… excruciating. Saying goodbye to what could have been… heartbreaking.
Speaking gratitude into the world is a way of manifesting your reality.
Even when your head knows someone is gone, it takes time for your heart to process it.
Grandpa Herb would say to make the best of what comes my way, and I’ve tried to do that. In a strange way, his death has renewed, and not diminished, my determination. I’m realizing what I’ve got, and as the rabbi said of Grandpa Herb, I’m trying to minimize what I don’t have.
I love you so much and I miss you. No one can ever replace you. I will never forget you. Please look after me from heaven.
Of course, you’ll never be the same but you don’t want to be. I suppose that’s the price we pay for love.
But what it means to grow in grief is that even when you’re done grieving, you’re never done growing in grief.