My brother passed 71 days ago. This morning I’m out early watering on a beautiful day. I see how different are the plants in my yard, different colors, sizes, and types of needles, petals, and leaves. They have differing water requirements. Why then do I think each day will be the same as to how I handle grief?
Today there is sorrow and a weight to grief, and we’re gathering again, a smaller group, but still there is gathering and group. There is the pain of letting go, and awareness of transformation and growth.