Thoughts on my grandmothers passing

Being human is not hard because you're doing it wrong, it's hard because you're doing it right. You will never change the fact that being human is hard, so you must change your idea that it was ever supposed to be easy

glennon doyle • Untamed by Glennon Doyle

It’s the dying that does it, always. I started here; I end here (we all end here). It is amazing how the death of someone you love exposes this lie you tell yourself, that there’ll always be time. You can go months or even years without speaking to a dear old friend and feel fine about it, blundering along, living your life. But discover that this ... See more

Jennifer Senior • It’s Your Friends Who Break Your Heart

Yeah there is a nana size hole

our lives, thanks to their finitude, are inevitably full of activities that we’re doing for the very last time. Just as there will be a final occasion on which I pick up my son—a thought that appalls me, but one that’s hard to deny, since I surely won’t be doing it when he’s thirty—there will be a last time that you visit your childhood home, or sw... See more

Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals

pretty much this

I want to bring your attention to the fact that grief is itself a form of loving. Of course we grieve when we experience loss, but within the experience of grieving loss, there is love. After all, we grieve for what we love, and part of love is letting go. Even letting go can be an expression of your love. To let go is as much an expression of love

Adyashanti • Sacred Inquiry: Questions That Can Transform Your Life

There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.

David Eagleman • Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives

who will tell her story?

This is what it feels like

“While grief may look like an expression of pain that serves no purpose, it is actually the soul’s acknowledgment of what we value. Grief is the honour we pay to that which is dear to us. And it is only through the connection to what we cherish that we can know how to move forward. In this way, grief is motion.”
– Toko-pa Turner “Belonging: Remembe

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