Grief is strange, it comes at you from all angles.
‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet
“Let us go to the shore; there the waves will kiss our feet. With mysterious sadness the stars will shine down on us.” Aleksey Pleshcheyev (1825-1893)
Seize today, for none of our tomorrows are guaranteed.
If the pain is real, so is the joy,
How do you let someone go? How do you understand that that’s alright, that everything changes? How do you find a way to make you feel good about life instead of breaking your heart? The hardest thing you’ll ever learn is how to say goodbye.