I know that before Dominic ran ahead to Heaven I didn’t really think a lot about grief.
I had lost grandparents and other relatives, but no one so close to me that the thought of how I was supposed to relate to them after death made a daily difference.
I realized when Dominic left, that all the love I ever felt for him I still felt.
All the parts of me that belonged to him still belonged to him and the parts of him that belonged to me still belonged to me.
Love doesn’t die. Love lives as long as the person doing the loving has breath.
Grief doesn’t replace love.
It IS love.