We work hard to name the gifts and positive summaries of those gains. We are prone to want to count the blessings, to name the lessons, and to share all the ways our pain has been used for good. Maybe there’s nothing necessarily wrong with that desire, but it can keep us from grieving what deserves grief. Something is always lost. And it’s important to let the lost things be lost. Honor what you cannot name with space, compassion, and time.
