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Grief is like lightning. It strikes with a shock of electricity powerful enough to shatter a life into pieces, powerful enough to stop a heart in its place. But that’s just its horrific moment of discovery. That strike is only the start of something. Once it passes, the thunder, the rain, the wind blows in—mean, wet, and howling.
That life is constant turnover, if you are truly living. Only when you die do you stop changing, do you find stillness.
