Funny how you hit those patches in life where souls seem to leave the planet in clusters. I’m in the thick of one of those patches with friends and clients.
Having lost important loved ones, I know there are no words that bring comfort. So rather than try to speak, I just listen. Listen to the sound of the hearts left behind breaking.
I came across this in my reading, and it’s the closest truth about loss that I’ve found.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
Love leaves a memory no one can steal.
~From a headstone in Ireland