This past weekend, I experienced unimaginable loss.
On Friday, my best friend of 30 years from where we previously lived, died from metastatic cancer. On Sunday, my best friend since my retirement who lives here (where we moved to retire) passed unexpectedly.
Power walking at sunrise has helped me to grieve quietly out in fresh air and nature.
The COVID-19 restrictions prevent us from being able to grieve normally because we can’t gather together to hug and comfort one another.
It’s all so very wrong on so many levels.
“So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri