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To anyone struggling to find balance through grief: Carry it with you proudly as the memories are worth cherishing. Your grief is love. That love is timeless and limitless.
“A lot of hoes I know be like Lexus, Mercedes, Porsche I ain’t never met a Benz though,”
The most painful kind of love is grief. The most powerful kind of love is grief because it is absent. Continuing to love beyond physical presence was extraordinarily potent. It is the duel between moving on and remaining. How can one grieve what we never wanted to lose? The love behind it and the emotion that evolves from grief is something dismal yet special. You get the memories of what was lost while also dealing with the actual loss.
So much derives from grief other than sadness, pain, and sorrow. Insight. Perspective. Change. Growth. Appreciation. More love. Going through grief, growing through grief—losing someone—it is a cycle of love. Recycled love. Love in a different stage.
“I promise to always smile with you when it rains. Even in a storm…I’ll have an umbrella big enough for the both of us,”
“You cannot respect someone, but disrespect their time,
“Because…loss, that’s only for the span of a lifetime but love…love lasts forever…and we’ll always have that.”
Loss, that’s only for the span of a lifetime but love…love lasts forever…and we’ll always have that.
The girl from last year—roses would be ashamed to bloom in the presence of her. This girl—was simply trying to bloom again.
“Curious ain’t always a safe thing to be,”
Even when you probably don’t want to, you still wake up…grab your sister, and go do what you gotta do.”
Thunderstorms weren’t always a bad thing because as soon as they were over the sun shined even brighter. Travis was telling him that it was okay.
