21/03/2026
It’s world poetry day today and there isn’t one that sticks out to me . There are some beautiful poems and each will resonate with each grieving family .
This resounded with me after a conversation with a widow I caught up with 12. Months after having the pleasure of leading the farewell for her beloved husband . She asked me “Julie when does the grief stop ? When will it stop hurting ? “
The answer is never . It never stops hurting and we never stop grieving for that person we have lost . We become used to a different way of life of loving without them .
Poetry is very personal and can reflect how we are feeling at different times along that grief journey . There is no right way or wrong way just your way . ❤️
WE ARE ALWAYS HERE XX
After the funeral,
when the flowers
have faded
and the visitors
have gone home,
that’s when
the quiet begins.
The house
feels different.
The chair
they used to sit in
feels empty.
People think
the hardest day
was the goodbye.
But sometimes
the hardest days
come later.
Weeks later.
Months later.
Years later.
Because grief
doesn’t follow
a schedule.
It simply
walks beside you,
showing up
in memories,
in silence,
and in the moments
you wish
you could share
with them.
And in those moments,
what a grieving heart
needs most
is not explanations,
not advice,
but someone
who stays
and understands
that love
doesn’t end
just because
a life did. 🤍 xx
