Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I took a two hour walk with a friend today, one who had been gone for couple of weeks. We ended up sitting on a fence and crying. She lost her mother at the beginning of Covid, not from the virus. I lost my daughter soon after. We grieve together. She loved my daughter and I loved her mother, so we feel freed up to open our ragged hearts and just MISS them. I'm glad she's back. Sorrow is or can be shared, and I'm so grateful I have people to whom I am not embarassed to reveal that entirely moving on is not an option. The pain comes back like a rogue wave, sometimes when you least expect it. But there is so much love in my life that I am anchored and mostly steady.