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Grief Is Love.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Nov 7, 2025
  • 1 min read

Updated: Dec 1, 2025

Grief is love.


It is just love that you can no longer give to a place where you so desperately want it to go.


Grief is all of that unspent love that ends up gathering in the corners of your eyes, which ends up spilling onto your cheeks at a moments notice.


Grief is a map that led you to a destination you didn't want to go to.


Grief is a silence you never realized could shout.


Grief is the presence of an absence you could never have imagined you would miss.


Yet grief is also the remembrance of a map you once cherished; one you followed, with high hopes, but one that was stolen and completely rewritten.


However...


That path, that map, needs to change course, slowly, carefully, wisely and optimistically.


And it can be.


While people may have been stolen from us, WE are still here.


WE have a future, a new destination.


It is still there, even if it looks murky at times.


We may be missing our partners, companions and leaders, but grief is our reminder to stay the course no matter whom is by our side.


Even if that means we are navigating this new territory alone for a short time.


Just as grief reminds us nothing is forever, neither are we stuck with grief forever.


But we must also understand that grief is a teacher.


It teaches you how short time can be.


And how strong we can be.


So never take things for granted.


The days will get brighter eventually, so keep those sunglasses handy.


One day you will need them.


I already have mine on.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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