Getting comfortable with grief

As I hugged my beloved friends one last time before their return home to Uruguay, my belly filled with peanut butter covered butterflies- a fluttering grief that could not take flight but rather stationed itself in my ribs. While I deeply love the people in my life, I rarely grieve their departure or lack of presence.
Today I learned I need to make room for the heavy butterflies because they don’t seem to be flying away soon…and chances are, their residency will teach me something I need to know. In other words, it’s time to get comfortable with grief.


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