Grief has a way of knocking you to your feet and making you feel like you will never be able to stand again. It is paralyzing and deep. You lose track of which way is up and which is down. The darkness closes in and you forget what the light feels like.
Grief has this way of taking over.
When my mom passed I fell down the rabbit hole of grief and I never thought I would be able climb my way out. My heart physically hurt and a constant stream of tears fell from my eyes. It was a pain that I thought no one could heal.
Over time healing happens.
In moments that you least expect it arrives gently. A hand reaching out to hold yours. Sitting with a friend and spilling your heart open. Gathering with family. The sound of the ocean waves. Finding feathers. Seeing signs of her all around.
Healing seeps into your heart and soul. It reminds you that you are ok. That you can make it through this. That yes it hurts, and always will, but you can still keep stepping forward. You can feel the sunshine on your skin and enjoy it. She would want you to do just that.