

Grieve. Feel it. That’s love. It hurts and it’s heavy, but that’s just the cost of them moving from a physical reality to one of memory and emotion. Don’t shut it out - mitigate it if you have to, bit by bit. But grief, to me, has never been about those you love leaving, that’s just them knocking at your heart’s door, asking to be let in.




This is the most polite behaviour I’ve seen towards people blocking bike paths in Paris