01/09/2026
I love the way grief is described here. There is so much truth …
Grief has seasons.
Not the kind you can track on a calendar.
Not winter, spring, summer, fall.
But the seasons of the soul.
There’s the early season—the stormy one—where everything is loud and raw and sharp. Where tears come without warning, and the pain sits on your chest like a weight that won’t move.
Then comes the quiet season. The outside world seems normal, but you feel like a stranger in it. People think you’re okay again. But inside, it’s still gray. Still empty. Still aching.
There’s the angry season, too. The one where you're mad at everything and nothing. Where you snap, retreat, question everything, and silently scream at the unfairness of it all.
And the numb season—when it doesn’t hurt as much, but you also don’t feel much of anything. You float. You function. You wonder if this is healing or just surviving.
And maybe, eventually… the tender season arrives. Not a season without sadness, but one where the memories bring more warmth than sting. Where the love feels alive, even in the absence.
But here’s what they never told us:
These seasons don’t come in order.
They don’t stay for a set time.
They loop.
They repeat.
They collide.
One day you’re okay.
The next, you’re not.
And that’s not failure.
That’s grief.
Grief doesn’t follow the rules.
But it does follow love.
And love, real love, lasts forever.
So, if you’re in a hard season right now, hold on.
Another one will come.
Not easier… just different.
And eventually, you’ll learn to live in the rhythm of them all.
Written by: Aimee Suyko - In Their Footsteps
