For some, grief is a never-ending journey through sorrow and absence. They wear their grief like a horsehair coat, the sound of chains rattling as they walk. They have no timetable; they have no hourglass. Grief has become their constant companion.
For others, they bathed in the pool of grief and sorrow, washing their wounds, healing their souls. They do not resist what has happened, they have accepted loss and sorrow as they do growing older. It simply is, as it is. They have found that grief has served as their ally, the power of acceptance has become their new clothes. For them, grief rises and then slowly dissolves into the joy of laughter and life. For them, grief has served as a form of renewal of love, not withdrawal from it.
How long should one grieve?
Your thoughts might help another to heal.