A water lily is born in the darkness beneath the water, and grows upward, reaching towards the light. When it arrives at the surface, it is there that it blossoms . . . in the sunlight.
Similarly, our grief is born in the darkness of loss, where we struggle in our hopelessness to find the light again.
When we reach the surface, that place of bitter/sweet sad acceptance, it is there that we begin to grow.
The sun may not feel as bright, but it is still warm.
And although we are not the same as we once were . . .
. . . we can still blossom again.
In our grief we may be overcome by the emptiness and pain of our loss, and isolate. We want to seclude ourselves from what we need the most; the care and comfort from those we love.
It is good to say the words . . .
“I am not alone”.