LOVE comes and goes...
We risk, we experience, we love, we lose, we mourn.
Different levels of loss generate different levels of mourning.. the end of a phase of life, the end of a friendship, the end of a life, the end of a relationship.
And yet, we pick up again because we must... because collapsing into ourself isn't an option. We aren't ready to end our living because of our loss.
We pick up, we dust our pants off and we get back out to the living
Different losses take different amounts of time to mourn - certainly that is one indicator of the brevity of the loss.
But we all move on... loss creates mourning and then grieving is the healing.
I am grateful for my losses. They create the strength to tolerate the next risk knowing that I will mourn, I will grieve and I will pick up and welcome the next experience.