On Loss

Loss is kind of abstract. Its ambiguity means that we are each connected to it, and with that, to each other. With loss comes grief, and I read somewhere that “grief is love persevering”. So, if grievance comes from a place of love, so does the sadness and anger that comes with loss. It’s why I think loss is beautiful -- it means that what was, was special. To my grandpa and gran and the other things and people I've lost, this is for you.