Seasons

I'm slowly learning that grief is like the seasons we experience throughout the year. Just like summer turning to fall, and fall to winter, winter to spring, and back to summer. We go through a transformation of seasons for the rest of our life. At first, we feel stuck in our winter. It feels like it will never end. The days are grey and cold. Slowly we can see the sun peak through the clouds a rainbow here and there until we can live again. We may come back around to winter but as time goes on those "bad" seasons wont last as long. We heal and grow. We learn to bare the storms. It never goes away because we will never forget, but one day we will be able to smile at the memories instead of always crying. 🦋🕊👼