Grief is a lifelong process.

It’s shocking.
Debilitating.
Emotional.
Physical.
Mental.

It’s devastating.
It’s relieving.
It’s horrific.
It’s hard to believe.

Here today.
Gone today.
Whether it’s sudden or long-expected, nothing can truly prepare you for that moment — the one that splits time in two: before and after.

Breathtaking.
Shattering.
Life-altering.

Your entire perspective shifts in an instant.
A heart breaks — and the world tilts with it.

Can a heart ever fully rebuild?
Or is there always a piece that’s missing?
Or does that love stretch wider… grow deeper… and find new ways to live on inside you?

Some days, your emotions feel certain.
Other days, you can sit in silence, unsure of anything.

Grief is personal.
It doesn’t follow rules.
It isn’t linear.
It moves in moments — waves, tides, pauses, and surges.

You might grieve someone you love.
A season of life.
A version of yourself you didn’t realise you’d left behind.

Grief belongs to each of us in our own way.
And yet, it can also be shared — the same moment, the same loss, felt through different hearts.

Sharing grief doesn’t fix it.
But sometimes, it softens it.
Sometimes, it’s the release we didn’t know we needed.

It invites reflection.
Remembrance.
Reconnection with what mattered — and what still matters now.

Stay focused on the brightness.
Stay open to the lightness.