06/02/2026
I came across this beautiful poem by Donna Ashworth, likening our grief as something to be celebrated.
GRIEF, THE CELEBRATION
Perhaps, grief is a celebration?
Hear me out.
What could possibly warrant festivity more than knowing you were loved in this lifetime.
To be wrapped up warm in such soul-deep certainty - the knowing - that whilst they had breath in their body you loved with abandon, as though it was the point of it all.
Whatever could there be, my friend, whatever could exist that requires celebrating more than the love you poured into the person you miss?
The bond so majestic, so joyful, so earth-shatteringly, life-changing, that of course, of course, it belongs on the calendar and painted on the stars to be worshipped, forevermore.
Pinned to the fabric of this universe for all time.
Held there, for infinity, and on, by the strongest glue there ever was - love.