Living Between the Waves
People talk about grief like it’s something you eventually get through.
Like one day you’ll wake up and the waves will stop coming.
But that’s never been my experience.
The waves keep coming.
Not every day.
Not even every week.
But they come.
Sometimes they’re so small you hardly notice them.
Other times they rise so quickly that they pull you under before you even realize what’s happening.
One minute you’re living your life.
The next, you’re back in the middle of the loss.
It’s hard to explain to someone who hasn’t lived it.
Because from the outside, it looks like you’ve been okay for a long time.
They don’t see the wave that hit you while you were driving home.
Or the one that found you lying in bed after everyone else was asleep.
Or the one that stayed with you all day, even though you smiled through every conversation and did everything you were supposed to do.
That’s the thing about grief.
The waves don’t stop just because life keeps moving.
They don’t disappear because you’ve learned how to laugh again.
They don’t care how much time has passed.
They simply remind you that someone you love is still missing from your life.
Some waves last a few moments.
Some last for days.
Some leave as quietly as they came.
Others leave you exhausted, wondering how something you’ve been carrying for so long can still feel this heavy.
But every wave has one thing in common.
It reminds you that love doesn’t disappear.
Because if love could end...
the waves would too.
They don’t.
And maybe they never will.
Because grief was never the opposite of healing.
It was always the echo of love.
If these words connected with you, you’ll find many more like them in What Remains. It’s a collection of the writings I’ve shared over the years, bringing together reflections on grief, love, loss, and the connections that continue long after someone is gone.
I hope it brings you comfort, understanding, and the reminder that you’re not alone.
If you’d like to read more, you can find the book here
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