When the Rain Ends

by Mary Ellen Taylor

What if? What-ifs didn’t matter. If Dani had learned anything, it was that the universe didn’t care what she wanted. Like the ocean, it swept in and reshaped the beaches and dunes at will, and it never once considered the destruction in its wake.

But memory was a tricky thing. It changed with time, emotions, and experience, like the beach did with the tides.

But that’s what grief did. It was patient, always lurking in the shadows, ready to spoil a happy moment, sour a day, or prompt unexpected tears.

I realized healing isn’t just crying and sadness, but it also requires living life and finding joy.”