Grief is like clouds across the sky.  They block the sun that is always there.  At times the sky is fully covered by the clouds.  At other times the sun can peek through.  And yet at other times there are only a few clouds or none at all.  Grief is not a life sentence.  It is a sentence in the ongoing book of life:  “I loved and that love has changed.”  And the sun says:  “That love is like me … always here.”

You are so very loved.