I’ve realized that depression doesn’t last forever but grief does. It is a representation of the love that still remains for our loved one that wishes to be expressed and released.
My sister was my friend too, she was caring, loving and I was able to be myself around her. We miss our loved ones when we remember the good times we had, the activities we did together and the moments that were shared.
These bursts of sadness come and go, especially as I think of her.
Through time the intensity, the frequency has decreased but these burst of sadness come… even after many years of the passing of our loved one.
I’ve realized that grief will be forever part of my life and I’ve learned to accept it for what it is, a part of my human experience. I’ve also realized it is a shared experience that unites us in our humanity as a collective.
Death does not discriminate race, color, gender, religion or any of the things we use as humans to differentiate or separate ourselves from others. It unifies us in despair and in the feeling of missing the person we loved.
I will continue to have these bursts of sadness without shame or guilt. I am learning to honor this part of myself. The part of myself that often wonders if this grief will have an end date. Instead, I move into acceptance and back into love.