Grief is like a ball of string. You start at one end and wind. Then the ball slips through your fingers and rolls across the floor. Some of your work is undone, but not all. You pick it up and start over again, but you never have to begin again at the end of the string. The ball never completely unwinds. You’ve made some progress.

Life is not the way it’s supposed to be…it’s the way it is. The way we cope with it, is what makes the difference.

Be gentle with yourself. Allow comfort and peace to come to you.

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