It’s the question we find ourselves asking today.
There’s a power in sadness, in grief. And often it sneaks up on us. Even when we didn’t think it would hurt, we find ourselves in tears. Because grief, as ephemeral a concept as it is, we feel it like claws tearing us apart. We feel it as the fist choking our throats from the inside.
Grief is a precious thing. It is a deliriously painful thing.
And none will know it but for the pain in our faces.
And we never knew you but for a dream that didn’t come true.
And we will never meet you but for the hole in our hearts.
And we will miss you.