The Weight of Loss

A beautiful and very heartfelt reflection on grief and loss.

Her Patchwork Heart

“[He] is gone.” These were the first words my brain registered this morning when I woke up at 3:09. It was a text from my mother letting me know that my grandfather has passed away. We had been expecting this loss for a few weeks now, so it isn’t like it was unexpected. But, somehow, those words still made my heart sink. I’ve experienced a lot of loss in my life, so maybe I should be used to navigating my way through it, but I’m not. It just isn’t something that ever feels familiar. Each new loss brings a new kind of grief.

It hurts so much when our friends, our family members have been taken from us. Death is inevitable, of course, but this inevitability doesn’t dull the pain. It bloody hurts. It feels like the loss has ripped the soul straight from the survivor’s body. Grief will render…

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