It's a question I'm asked often. What I know to be true for myself is that we grow into a bigger container that can hold our grief when we allow ourselves to feel.
Another lovely post, Uma. I can so relate too! We don't realise how anchored we become in a place until we leave it. It took me three years to grieve giving up our family home when we moved my mum to a far more suitable bungalow in the same village. It felt like my roots had been pulled out and I didn't know where to put them - even though I no longer lived there. It was still always 'home'. Probably it always will be, with 55 years of our family's love in its walls.
Uma, this was beautiful and I could absolutely relate. 2 months ago I moved out of a little condo I'd rented for 7 years. Some of the most significant moments of my life happened in that condo. It's the last place I ever saw my son in this city, it's the place that carried me through the pandemic, the place that carried me through years of grief after my boy died, and it gave me many nights of star gazing. I also remember locking the door for the last time.
I’m so glad it resonated, Kristi. If grief rises from loss of attachment it makes perfect sense that we feel the grief when we’re attached to certain spaces and memories we made in those spaces ♥️
Another lovely post, Uma. I can so relate too! We don't realise how anchored we become in a place until we leave it. It took me three years to grieve giving up our family home when we moved my mum to a far more suitable bungalow in the same village. It felt like my roots had been pulled out and I didn't know where to put them - even though I no longer lived there. It was still always 'home'. Probably it always will be, with 55 years of our family's love in its walls.
Wow, Tina. That’s over half a century!! Of course you grieved it. Home is more about memories than a geographical location, right!
Uma, this was beautiful and I could absolutely relate. 2 months ago I moved out of a little condo I'd rented for 7 years. Some of the most significant moments of my life happened in that condo. It's the last place I ever saw my son in this city, it's the place that carried me through the pandemic, the place that carried me through years of grief after my boy died, and it gave me many nights of star gazing. I also remember locking the door for the last time.
Thanks for sharing such a heartfelt post.
I’m so glad it resonated, Kristi. If grief rises from loss of attachment it makes perfect sense that we feel the grief when we’re attached to certain spaces and memories we made in those spaces ♥️