03/26/2026
For many who have endured catastrophic loss, the ground collapses, time breaks apart, identity is lost, and the world has forever changed.
There's a moment, very subtly and almost without noticing, when some actually are able to hold the grief differently. Some begin to build emotional muscles while learning how to cope with the immensity of an unredeemable loss.
Maybe saying their name, one day, happens without falling apart, or the cereal aisle doesn't drop us to our knees as it once did, or the raw emptiness is now matched only by the ongoing connection to our beloved. Still, nothing is "fixed" or needs fixing, and nothing is "solved" or solvable.
And, some precious awareness begins to form: an awareness of how to carry them forward with us in the world.
At its deepest, grief isn't about letting go for many. It's about taking them with us, learning to continue this very important relationship that death couldn’t end. The relationship just continues on in a different form. It's not good enough, of course we wish for them, and because of that, most of us won't go back to being the person we once were.
That life, as it once was, is over.
Most of us will become someone else, someone who understands the risk of loving and still chooses to love. Someone who has seen how easily everything can shatter and yet bravely continues to care. Someone who carries the emptiness as proof of existence.
If you are grieving, there is nothing wrong with you. Not in how fiercely you miss them. Not in your oceans of tears. Not in the way time has unraveled, or how the world can feel both unbearably loud and impossibly distant at the same time. There is nothing wrong with you. There may be, instead, something wrong with a world where someone so precious can leave us so tragically, and we are left to find our way through the wreckage.
And one day, not because we tried harder, not because we “moved on,” but because something in us refused to abandon what will always matter, we begin to slowly, perhaps solemnly, live again.
How? This is a great mystery.
Maybe it's because we know we can carry them forward.
Maybe a wisdom in us knows that grieving is the contour of a shattered heart.
Maybe, just maybe, this deep sorrow is a continuance of a love that refuses to be silenced by death.