it’s a hole ripped through the very fabric of your being.

The hole eventually heals, or it may shrink in size, but it will always leave jagged edges. That hole will always be there, because a piece of you will always be missing.

For where there is deep grief, there was great love.

Don’t be ashamed of your grief. 

Don’t judge it.

Don’t suppress it with drinking or drugs.

Don't rush it.

Rather, acknowledge it.

Lean into it.

Listen to it.

Feel it.

Sit with it.

Sit with the pain. And remember love.

This is where the healing will begin.

How do I know these things?

Because I have lived them
Because I‘ve tenderly loved them