The End of Grief
Today marks three months of grief and mourning for me. It has been the deepest, darkest and most unhappy period of my life. But thankfully, I feel this is the end.
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Today marks three months of grief and mourning for me. It has been the deepest, darkest and most unhappy period of my life. But thankfully, I feel this is the end.
Forever once asked me at the very end, “What you have you done recently to make me feel proud of you?”
Gratitude is the conscious welcoming of grace into our lives. Gratitude is the antidote to grief. It is seeing the well of sorrows and forgetting our own.
That trail was an endless carousel of human stories and desires. And if we stayed still long enough we would realize that we already have everything we’ve ever asked for.
Today, I grieve. And grief meets me like an old friend. Distant on most days but always hauntingly close during my moments of weakness and misfortune.
It was a cold rainy day in Brooklyn yesterday and I was seated in a crowded Shake Shack enjoying my vanilla milkshake when a family of three occupied a nearby table.