This week, I saw a sobering but illuminating quote:

Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.

How true. So much of what’s inside of us—especially those sad feelings—comes from pent-up affection that is now collected inside our soul. Typically, it washes over people we care about.

But when we lose somebody, it has to reside us and starts to pile up. Truthfully, it’s a manifestation of love that needs an outlet.

Writing and talking has helped me so far, but I am exploring ways to help get that ‘love’ out.