Grief is unlike anything else I’ve experienced.
There’s no pattern, no clear path, no steps a heart can follow to get from broken to healed.
And that adds to the burden. Because there is so much pressure on bereaved parents to “get better” (whatever that means!).
I wonder sometimes who imagines that if there was a way to be free of this sorrow I wouldn’t jump on it?
All I can do is go where the grief takes me.
No shortcuts.
No detours.
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