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It waits in silence, patient, invisible, sometimes for minutes, sometimes for days. You carry it with you, unseen, until it is ready to explode. And then it bursts. A laugh from the past. A smell you thought  you’d forgotten. A thought that knocks  the air from your chest. You cannot predict it. You cannot prepare for it. Each pop hits with surprise, yet each one reminds you that love is alive inside you. Even in the stillness, love finds a way to pop again. #GreifisLike #Popcorn

For a while, you run. You build walls. You dodge the fire. And when the sky finally clears, you think maybe, just maybe, it’s gone. But it’s only sleeping. Waiting for a quiet moment to stir again inside your chest. Seemingly tamed,  you try to lock it away, to cage the pain. In the stillness with a bit of distance,  you see it isn’t a monster to be feared. It’s been guarding your heart all along. The same fire that once burned you now keeps you warm. And in that glow, you finally understand: you were never meant to kill the dragon. Only to know it. To let it remind you that love still lives in the ashes. #GriefisLIke #Dragon ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and images to reflect the ...