Grief 😢

 Voltaire once said, "Tears are the silent language of grief."

Grief speaks in the moments we can't control, in the tears we can't hold back. It's a language we never wanted to learn, yet it fluently communicates for us in ways words cannot.

As Tyler Perry said, "Grief is a very living thing.  It visits at random. You can't schedule it... So when it shows up, however it shows up, let is show up."

Grief arrives uninvited and unscheduled, slipping into the quiet spaces of our lives - a familiar song, the scent of something that stirs a memory, or a recollection so vivid it feels as though time has folded.

Grief is as heavy as it feels, is inseparable from that love. They are two sides of the same coin. It's love persisting, even when the person is no longer there to receive it.

Our tears are how love finds a voice when words fail. They are not a betrayal of strength but proof of a bond too powerful to be forgotten.

Washington Irving captured this perfectly: "There is a sacredness in tears.  They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.  They speak more eloquently than 10,000 tongues, They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love."

Grief is not something to cure or escape, but to honor and embrace. Over time it shifts and changes, but it never disappears. And each tear reminds us that it's not something to overcome but something to carry.

So when grief comes, let it.  Let the tears fall. Let them speak for you.  They are not your weakness but your truth - love's silent language, translating the depth of loss into a human expression.

The reality is that we will grieve forever.  Grief becomes part of us, woven into the fabric of who we are. 

And just as tears carve paths down our cheeks, they also carve meaning into our hearts.  They remind us that grief is the cost of love, and it's a price worth paying.

Because love never truly leaves us - it speaks silently through every tear that falls.