When the Sky Learned My Name

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And in that terrible, unending moment, I learned the shape of grief:
a boundless terrain I would have to cross alone.
My life split in two:
the world with my dad,
and the world without him.🌙This is what love does, I think —
it teaches the sky to hold the sea,
and the sea to hold the sky.
In that moment,
I feel my father in both.🌙Grief is not a season.
It is a country.
Once crossed,
you do not return unchanged.🌙Healing is not the absence of pain.
It is the presence of love
grown larger than the loss.🌙Silence is not empty.
It is full of presence.
Silence is the language of God.C. N. Hart