Whidbey Island 4
As you start to walk on the way, the way appears. Rumi
In grief we have to let go.
Of everything. Of memories and dreams, and, at some point, we have to let go of the one we loved. This
is tremendously hard to do because we don’t want to lose whatever we have left.
It tears us apart.
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