“So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.” – E.A. Bucchianeri
When someone we love passes away, what is it about the world around us that reminds us of them?
It’s usually the best things about life, isn’t it?
We remember their favourite song.
Their favourite flower.
Their favourite food.
Their favourite animal.
Their favourite hobby.
Their favourite season.
They favourite book.
Their favourite movie.
Their favourite place.
“She loved hummingbirds.”
“He really loved to paint.”
“They loved the first snowfall.”
These words of remembrance spill from people when memories surface, perhaps as a way of bringing their loved one back into the space they once occupied.
A way to feel close to them again.
This reflection makes me ponder:
If the beauty of life is what reminds us most of the people we’ve lost, why not make more room and time for that beauty in our own lives?
Nature, music, art, food, people, love.
Consider this an invitation to do more of your favourite things, and surround yourself more frequently with the people who feel like sunshine.
Sing your heart out. Savour that morning coffee. Close your eyes and breathe in sunshine on your face. Eat that slice of chocolate cake. Inhale the scent of your loved one as you hold them for a second longer.
One day, all this will change.
But right now, we have it. Oh, how lucky we are to have it.
Letter to Nav
It’s been a year and I see you everywhere.
I saw a woman who looked like you having a picnic with friends. The entire neighbourhood was outside rejoicing in this new season. The view was that of joy and sunshine, and my saddened heart said, “You should be here”.
But then the moon shone like a silver jewel, and I felt your presence in a way I’m not sure I understand.
I don’t know where you are, but I see you.
I see you in pink petals and yellow butterflies. I see you in bejewelled saris and pretty dresses.
I see you at sunrise because I’m the one who’s been blessed with a new day. And even though you were not, I sometimes feel as though the sunrise is coming from the same place you are now.
A sunrise feels like you are waving good morning to me from somewhere else.
Wherever you are, I see you in all the beautiful things in this life.
🤍
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