The Shape of Grief

Grief doesn’t ask for permission.
It arrives, uninvited,
unapologetic, and forever changed.

It reshapes the days
you thought you understood.
Fills empty chairs
with echoes and “what ifs.”
It teaches you
that love never truly leaves
it just finds, quieter ways to stay.

Grief is not weakness.
It’s proof you loved deeply.
It’s proof you still do.

It shows up in memories
that arrive like music,
or laughter that catches
mid-breath, mid-tear.

There’s no timeline.
No neat ending.
Just the learning
to carry it differently,
softer some days,
sharper on others.

But always with honour.

So take your time.
Speak their name.
Cry when you need to.
Smile when you can.

Grief is not letting go,
it’s learning how to hold on
to what matters,
without losing yourself.