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  Some days, grief is heavy in your hands.  Sour. Sharp. Unshakable.  Its scent lingers,  its tang presses against your tongue  even when you try to ignore it. You cannot dress it up.  You cannot soften it or sweeten it  to make it easier to swallow.  You can only hold it,  let it sting,  let it sit with you. And in letting it be,  you learn something profound:  that grief is tied to love,  and that both deserve to be felt. You honor what you have lost  and what you still carry.  The weight, the sting, the flavor. All of it is part of remembering. ------------------------------------------ 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, numb...

  From the outside, it looks whole. Sweet. Refreshing. Safe. But once you bite in, the seeds show up. Small and bitter,  hidden where you least expect them. You want the sweetness without the pain, but grief doesn’t serve it that way. It never separates the two. So you eat around them. You work through the bitterness to get back to the sweetness. Again and again. The sweetness reminds  you of what was good. The bitterness reminds  you of what mattered. And the love that made it sweet  still is. ------------------------------------------ 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. Perfect for times when focus is difficul...

  Everything is quiet now, long shadows stretching across the sand. The day is ending without asking you. The sandcastle waits to be washed away. But you are still here. Kneeling at the edge of what you built, watching the water creep closer. You know the tide is coming. You know you cannot stop it. And still you stay, smoothing the edges, filling the cracks, buying just a little more time with what remains. Everyone else is ready for the next season. You are not. You are still here at the waterline, hands in the sand, because what was built here deserves more than a quiet goodbye. ------------------------------------------ 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 swe...

 Some days it tightens everything  until breathing feels shallow,  until even small moments  require more strength than you have. Other days it loosens without warning, and you come apart quietly, pieces of you slipping loose before you realize what stirred the memory. You cannot stop the turning. You cannot force it to hold. So you learn a different way to live, moving gently with the tension, steadied by what remains. Not because the pressure is gone, but because your love grows stronger where it keeps turning. ------------------------------------------ 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. Perfect for times when foc...

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...

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