Grief is the shadow of cherished things past and of hope deferred.
But grief is also that spotlight on our own humanness and futility in thinking we are God.
I think Lucy had it right in stating, “good grief, Charlie Brown.”
Grief in good measure, in a world filled with idle words and empty promises, reminds us of the precious things that make us whole; Reminds us we are empty vessels needing to be filled.
Do not succumb to grief, it is an insatiable cancer ever reminding us of opportunities lost or never ours to begin with.
The balm to grief?
Acceptance.