Having something and losing it is so much crueler than never having it at all. When someone you love dies, you never really get over it. You just learn to slowly move forward without them, carrying the memories they left behind. You learn to live with their absence, even when a part of you wishes they were still here.
We only understand death after it has taken someone we love. When someone you love becomes a memory, that memory becomes a treasure.
I've come to understand that grief is different for everyone. The effects of loss are personal, and not everyone mourns in the same way, but everyone mourns. When my grandmother died, my mom started gardening every day. She practically lived in that garden because it was the one place where she could clear her mind and keep herself sane. It wa
