The uniqueness of grief.

I have read so many recurring words and themes here that it is clear that we share feelings of overwhelming loss.
But it’s also clear that our grief is unique to each of us.
No one can possibly understand the relationship each of us had with our parent, because it was unique. And that’s a good thing. Hold onto that. It’s yours and yours alone.
All we can do is share ways of coping and ways to make sense of it all. After my Dad died it felt like such an abstract thing. I went for a walk and found an acorn. I put it in a pot along with some my Dad’s ashes and waited to see if it would take root. It has now grown into a seedling. It’s as if my Dad’s energy is living on. It doesn’t cure my loss but it helps to make sense of the abstract. This small oak tree is also unique. Life continues.


Hello @HanFran,

I’m so sorry for the loss of your dad. Thank you so much for sharing this with the community :blue_heart: I’m sure your words will bring comfort to others.

Take good care,