I believe, that there is no other more difficult feat.

When we are faced with grief, not just once, but maybe, many times, and in many ways, we are being asked to rise.

Through grief, we are being reminded of what we are, that we do not feel, understand or rarely see, within ourselves.

The battle within, is more than we ever imagined and we shed more tears than we thought possible.

However, it’s in the undercurrent and the stillness, where we realize: we are, actually, survivors surviving.

-that alone, is griefs’ power and purpose.

One day at a time,

one step at a time,

one moment at a time,

we are…

…not only, survivors surviving, but heroes, of a rare and unique type.