How I Live With The Grief and Losses I’ll Never Fully Heal From
Time may heal wounds — but it doesn’t repair the scars we live with.
There aren’t words to appropriately comfort someone who has just lost a significant loved one. We try, we fumble, we repeat the cliche’s we’ve all heard in such scenarios — but it doesn’t help. It’s merely a nicety we offer up, out of not knowing what else to do or say.
There is no one way to grieve, nor is there an exact appropriate way fpor anyone person. In fact, if there’s few things in life we’re all entitled to, it’s to grieve the death of those closest to us in our own particular, chosen way. So long as it’s not actively hurting others, nobody has a right to tell us the right way to deal with such monumental type losses we’re all bound to experience in our lives at some point or another.
Time helps, it just doesn’t absolve. It has a way of helping us remember the good about those we’ve lost, the laughs, the good times, the best memories we shared with them, as well as the best parts about them — which ironically in turn still hurts, because eventually we realize that good is gone forever except in our minds and maybe a collection of pictures we’re lucky enough to have with them them or of them.
