I feel this. I find myself visualising when I talk about those I’ve lost almost as if I’m in some kind of guided meditation and I’m back there at least for alittle while. Back with all the sights smells the sound of their voices. The sun is always shining when I do and all I feel is love and warmth. Yes once the memory has played and I come back to reality it hurts and the world seems alittle bleaker but I’d rather hurt alittle and have those moments where to me they are still with me than never feel them again. I now truly know the meaning of the phrase “it is better to have loved and lost than never at all” I’d always associated it with relationships ending. But now actually I think it resonates with grief too. I’d much rather have known them, they have enriched my life and played a part in making me who I am. Had I not loved I would not be me.

Posted by Eleanor at 2022-05-06 17:22:47 UTC