“I’ve grieved many times in my life. I’ve been overwhelmed with shame so strong it nearly killed me. The ones who helped — the only ones who helped — were those who were simply there.
I am here — I have lived — because they chose to love me. They loved me in their silence, in their willingness to suffer with me and alongside me.
They loved me in their desire to be as uncomfortable, as destroyed, as I was, if only for a week, an hour, even just a few minutes. Most people have no idea how utterly powerful this is.
Healing and transformation can occur. But not if you’re not allowed to grieve. Because grief itself is not an obstacle.
The obstacles come later. The choices as to how to live, how to carry what we have lost, how to weave a new mosaic for ourselves? Those come in the wake of grief.”