Grief

I read something this morning which I think is beautiful.  "Love was here." In the finer print, quietly, "Love still is."
The quote is about grief.  The grief of losing a loved one.  It is my thinking that for me grief is temporal while love is eternal.  To think otherwise concerning grief would be to fly in the face of my experience.  I know the tears of loss – the knowing that time together is at best on pause.  Time passing does not completely erase the now or the absence in the present.  Nor would I want it too really.  Memories not only bring sadness but gladness.
On the basis that the quote from Heidi Priebe (the quote was in a James Clear email) is for the here and now, I agree.  As someone said, “you only morn for what you love.” 
"As long as there is love, there will be grief. The grief of time passing, of life moving on half-finished, of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved.
As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love's natural continuation. It shows up in the aisles of stores we once frequented, in the half-finished bottle of wine we pour out, in the whiff of cologne we get for years after they've been gone.
Grief is a giant neon sign, protruding through everything, pointing everywhere, broadcasting loudly, "Love was here." In the finer print, quietly, "Love still is."
What happens down the track is not for me to determine.  I do not know the full picture.  I just know the one who is painting the full picture, and I trust them.
In the meantime, dad, mum, my brother, a good friend, live on in my memory.  A poor substitute for presence, but one I gladly hold on to.