Grief … how do I put into words all that grief is and the feelings associated with grief, mourning, and loss? Over the last two and a half months I’ve lost my brother, and also a friend, unexpectedly and suddenly. I can try to write about the stages of grief and how I’m seemingly in all of them but none of them at the same time, but through it all the only people who could make things better would be the brother and the friend that are no longer here. Sadness isn’t all that exits, however, motivation, determination, and a sense of altruism has been awoken in myself, determined to live in their memory by leading a more empathetic, authentic, and genuine life – all traits that these two special individuals possessed. Grief definitely isn’t a stage … It’s more so a rocky and unpredictable journey, and I try to keep this in mind as I navigate the thoughts, feelings, and memories that can hit me out of nowhere. I try to talk about it sometimes, but I’ve found that loving, kind acts are more therapeutic at this very moment. But grief is ironic – isn’t it? Nothing sums it up better than this quote I found,

“The irony of grief is that the person you need to talk to about how you feel is the person who is no longer here.”