11/11/2025
T h e D o o r 🚪
Grief, the door we want close but can’t.
Sometimes its ajar,
Other times it’s wide open.
Some spend their lives with one hand on the bolt. Never letting go for fear of pain yet blind to the pain of being frozen in time.
There are moments we hear it whistle in the wind,
And then there’s the day which turns into months when we forget there’s even a door at all.
Keep an open door, for grief will always come to visit.
Let it be a guest rather than an intruder.
A reminder not of what you lost but what you loved.
🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
Grief always likes to enter unannounced. It’s been nearly six years and life has moved on in both profoundly beautiful and painful ways.
I always believed I was born an adult, independent and equipped to hold people’s most troublesome emotions. You were not the hands on mum and felt I was often looking out for you. But you would always listen in times of need and offer such sweet words of comfort. There is some sadness only a mother’s heart is made to hold.
As my daughter becomes me and I become you, wondering at the changes only you could answer. Wanting so much to tread the same road with your insights lighting the way of what feels like an unsteady path. While I search for what’s best in troubled situations it is now I wish for you.
No matter how much time has passed or how far you’ve moved on, you are still allowed to feel sadness. Our culture often lacks compassion when it comes to grief, but there is no time limit on it, just as there’s no limit on love. If you’ve lost someone, let this be your reminder: it’s emotionally healthy and okay to be touched by grief, no matter the milestone.
I see you
R 🤍
