31/05/2026
I’ve told myself so many things about the losses I’ve known… ‘it is what it is,’ ‘time will heal,’ ‘at least they’re not suffering any more,’ ‘nothing lasts forever’ or ‘ it just wasn’t meant to be.’ I’ve convinced myself ‘heaven called them home,’ or ‘they weren’t meant for this world,’ ‘it was their time,’ or ‘the universe had other plans for them and for me’… even the lyrics of songs whisper ways of making sense of loss, ‘every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end…’
We all need to tell ourselves something, and we do; we create a narrative that works well enough. I’m not saying we shouldn’t frame our experiences in some way and there is often truth in what we tell ourselves…
It’s just that those stories we tell or the platitudes we speak over our lives and our losses are sometimes a way of trying to avoid the grief… they’re a bit like this gate, they’re a barrier we put up to protect ourselves as we try to keep the overwhelming thoughts and feelings at bay but the grief comes anyway…
We need to grieve that grief…the gate has its place but grieving is about building the fences that attach to the gate so that the meaning we find in our losses isn’t some stand alone, throw away statement but a concept rooted in our identity and in our relationship to what or who lost…