I am in that stage of life where I am beginning to see loss up close. Friends losing their parents. Colleagues losing their life partners. These events strike close to my heart in a way they didn’t when I was younger. Because these are people who I have travelled with in life.

As long as there is life, there will be death. The concept of our own death is intimidating. But when someone you love dies, that just fills us up with sadness and regrets.

As I grapple with the these emotions, one thought has become clearer. What is grieving but another form of love transformed and living on as memories?

While nothing can make the loss of a loved one easier, this does give a small measure of peace and strength to wade through the grief.