Sweet Sarandipitous Life

You continued to shape me with each moment I had with you, and I am eternally grateful.

Greiving, I have learned is never-ending treachery.

Each day, I ache for more time that refuses to be returned.

More memories that are incapable of being formed.

Yet, to be powerless to time is to be human.

Every breath taken is invaluable.

Even so, it is grief who reminds us of this. It is love who reminds us of this.

There is not one without the other and yet we all wish for it to be.

To love and to lose, unveils great aspects of life that crave to be seen.

Thus, I am grateful to you, grief. For reminding me I am powerless. For reminding me I am human.

Yours Truly,

Sara