Grief from a simple philosophical point of view

 

 

  

 

I found a way to handle the grief in my life.  I came to understand, in my own 

sense, that dying was inevitable and I just never believed that it was real until 

someone I loved died.

I went though the same things as everyone else, except that I came to 

understand that I could no longer send love to them in the usual ways.

I also understood that the love they sent me did not flow in the same way.

I had to utilize memories to feel that love every time. It was still there and will 

always be, every time I think of that person. 

 

So... my conclusion is this.  Grief is simply, love that has nowhere to go.  

 

The question remains... Where do I send the energy of all that love?