Those who mourn…

Grief is hard. “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”

Those who mourn…

Grief isn’t ever something you are prepared for. Sometimes someone dying is expected, sometimes it’s very unexpected. But every single time, for me, anyway, it’s a fresh slap in the face. I remember the moments when I found out. The moments my world came crashing down. I remember where I was when I found out that Nick died, that Beth died, that Sarah died. I remember finding out about Rachel and Stephanie and… I remember.

Those who mourn…

I don’t think I ever fully recover from grief. I adapt to my new normal. I learn my new ways of living. Nearly two years later, I still am overwhelmed with cinnamon-flavored or pumpkin-flavored sadness in regards to Beth. When I tried Pepsi Fire? My first thought was “Whoa, Beth would LOVE this” because she loved cinnamon. (It was good, just, uh, don’t chug it. It’s how I imagine the cinnamon challenge to be. Just say no.).

Those who mourn…

I was once told that grief is the price of love. Is it? To love someone so deeply, it continues after they’re gone? To love someone so intently, that your world crashes when they’re gone?

I know logic and intellect. I know that by two years out, logically I should be more recovered. But my heart isn’t ready. I don’t WANT there to be a day where I don’t reach for the phone, you know? I don’t want there to be a day where I don’t think “I wish I could tell Nick this” or “I wish I could tell Beth this.” Six years, two years…no matter how long it’s been, I don’t want things to change. I don’t want to no longer think of them. Because that hurts even more than them not being here.

Moving on is hard. But grief is the cost of love, right? My grief is my final gift. The tears, the agony, the heartbreak… they’re my final gifts to them. And they come from the deepest part of my soul. I can’t think of a better final gift than loving them more fiercely than ever.

Those who mourn…

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