12/04/2025
The Weight We Carry, The Love That Remains
Grief is the quiet companion
we never asked for,
yet somehow learn to walk beside.
It lives in our bones,
stitched into the softest corners of our days—
the mornings we wake with an ache,
the nights we reach for someone
no longer here in form
but forever here in love.
Grief does not leave.
It reshapes.
It teaches us to breathe with a tender crack in the heart,
to laugh with tears still burning behind our eyes,
to hold joy and sorrow in the very same palm.
We carry it—
not as a punishment,
but as proof
that we have loved fiercely.
That their story still moves through our pulse.
Some days it is heavy,
some days it is gentle,
and some days it rises like a wave
that knocks us right off our feet.
But still—
we rise.
We keep rising.
Because grief is simply love
with nowhere to go,
so it lives in us.
And we honour it
every time we speak their name,
every time we remember,
every time we choose to keep living
with a heart forever changed
but never broken.
