What’s the opposite of grief?
I’m not sure, but it’s here.
I assume it’s joy instead of despair,
leaping forward instead of static.
Seven years in, and your spirit is still here.
It guides me. It pushes me.
It makes me see things brightly.
It’s beautiful.
You are a part of me. Joy.
Life isn’t the same. Acceptance.
My tears fall differently now,
filling up my ocean of gratitude.
Not sadness. Not sorrow.
What’s the opposite of grief?
Serenity.
Missing you is expressed love.
Loving you is forever.
Written by Rebecca Grace Snider
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