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I have read about the “gifts” of grief and at first, the idea repulsed me. Mom’s death
was not a gift! It helps me to remember that I grieve because I loved her. If I hadn’t loved her, I wouldn’t hurt.
It is through this pain that change occurs and, if I am honest, grief has changed me in some unexpected ways.
I
am just now beginning to find meaning in my aloneness. I appreciate little things more and take fewer things for granted.
I have greater patience with other people and myself. I say thank you more often. I am most grateful for the notes that I
receive from grievers. Knowing that my writing comforts others is a genuine gift that hides in the dark.
And yet,
I would trade, in a heartbeat, every new life direction, every note of thanks and every change of attitude if I could have
my parents back. I didn’t go searching for these gifts of light. They found me through the darkness of my loss. Go to next page: They Live On
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