The receipt of love is grief. And maybe that’s why it hurts so much. Because grief is not just sadness. It’s love with nowhere physical to go anymore. Love that still wants to call them. Hold them. Tell them something funny. Sit beside them one more time. People often speak about grief like it’s something to overcome. But what if grief is simply evidence that love existed deeply? That someone mattered enough to leave an imprint on your entire nervous system, your memories, your identity, your heart. The deeper the love, the deeper the grief. And while loss can break us open, it also reveals something beautiful: to grieve deeply means you loved deeply too. That is not weakness. That is the most human thing in the world. Over time, I don’t think grief disappears. I think love changes shape. It becomes rituals. Memories. Sunsets. Songs. The way you now hold other people softer because you understand how fragile life really is. And maybe healing is not about letting go of grief. ...