You can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you wake up in the morning and realise that you've had a good night's sleep. You are able to eat breakfast and as day turns into dusk, you find yourself being able to smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy? How dare I be glad in a world where you are no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss the ones that left too soon as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of sorrow. So begins the cycle anew - always and forever in motion, between gratitude and grief, between life and death.
