Our grief as an orchestra.

[u/LDDD1234]

The other day, as I was sobbing hysterically in my car, I thought, “I hope she (my mom) can’t see me.”

Because if she did, she’d be sad.

Then I imagined my pain as an instrument instead. What if whenever I cry for her, in her dimension, it sounds like a piano.

And then there is Wes, of course. He’s the violin.

Andy, a clarinet—Matt, a harp.

Brad a bassoon, Kelly a cello, Lisa a flute.

Our grief is the orchestra of her life.

It’s never lonely in her world, because while the other instruments come in and out, the piano never stops playing.

[u/Entire_Adagio_5120]

This is beautiful