Love Is Not The Pain You Carry

The sun is up, and with it comes the quiet panic that healing is a kind of betrayal. You worry that if the sharp edges of the grief begin to soften, you are losing the person you loved.

That to move forward is to leave them behind. But the light does not ask you to choose between your peace and their memory.

The rising sun comes to shine on those living in darkness, to guide your feet into the path of peace. This light is not an eraser.

It is a revealer. It shows you that love is not the pain you carry, but the life that remains.

You can put down the heavy stone of suffering and still hold the hand of the one you miss. The morning is not a demand to forget.

It is an invitation to remember without drowning. The light you carry is large enough to hold both the grief and the gratitude.