06/03/2026
This week I learned about the death of someone who was once important in my life.
We hadn’t been in contact for many years and although I didn’t feel the usual devastation of grief, what I did feel was sadness and reflective of the many memories we had shared together.
Alongside this processing, I noticed I was strangely unsure whether I was “allowed” to feel anything at all due to the absence in each other’s lives.
I wonder if this might be something many of us experience when someone from our past dies….
an old friend, an estranged family member, a former partner. The relationship had already ended, yet the loss still lands.
This kind of grief often goes unspoken.
There is no clear role, no obvious permission, no socially accepted script and we can often feel like a fraud for feeling anything.
But I realised while processing this news, that grief isn’t about proximity or recent contact but can also be about meaning and those shared many chapters that actually still matter, even when they’ve been closed for some time.
I am curious if there a relationship from your past that still lives quietly inside you…..
not with pain, but with meaning?
And can you give yourself permission to acknowledge it, just as it was 🤍🦋