This month marks the seventh death of one of my loved ones in less than a year.
I don’t really have very many tears left and I’ve begun to understand that death is the end of the life of the person who dies and the beginning of a new life for the person who lives.
The life without the loved one is a path with an ache that is unshakeable and a relief that is sustainable. The ache is in every memory that remains knowing that there will never be any chance to create new ones. And the relief is in the understanding that you no longer have to worry about anything happening to that loved one. You know they are somewhere where no one on earth could ever hurt them and that knowledge gives you the strength to move forward.