Richard White

“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” - Rumi

Grief is not just an emotion—it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided. In the beginning, it feels unbearable, like a wound that will never close. But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. The pain softens, but the imprint remains—a quiet reminder

Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but only when there is nothing left to take away.