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You grip the handlebars with everything you have, racing through roads you never chose, paths lined with memories that hit like sudden turns. Curves toss you into the past. Bumps slam into your chest with echoes of love. The engine sputters as a memory cuts through. No one can ride it for you. No one can slow the speed or soften the turns. And still, you keep going. Leaning into every curve, feeling the wind sweep through  the ghosts of what was, bearing the weight of love, loss, and memory. The ride is raw. It is terrifying. It is relentless. And it is proof of your strength, proof that even as grief steers you through the past, you are still moving forward. #GriefisLike #Motorcycle  ------------------------------------------ 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 ...

It does not fix the cracks. It does not smooth the edges. It simply presses, clings, supports, keeping you going when you might otherwise fall apart. Some days it stretches thin, pulling against the weight it carries. Other days it grips firmly, holding every fragile piece in place. From the outside, you may look steady, patched, whole. Inside, you feel every tear, every fold, still cling to what was lost. It does not undo the loss. It simply holds so you can face another day. And slowly, even with all the cracks, you learn that the holding itself is strength. ------------------------------------------ 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 confusion, numbness, and unexpected pockets of sweetness that grief can bring...