The Echo

“Grief is only an echo returning from the edge of life,
Just love calling out across the oceans unknown.”
— Echo, The Song of the Sky

After losing my nana and my mom, I found myself searching—desperately calling out to the vast cosmos, hoping for some trace of them to return to me. 💔 For so long, I was met with silence, a void that seemed endless.

But I’ve come to realize that this silence was an illusion, a veil over the mystery of love and grief. Grief, I’ve learned, is simply love communicating in one direction—a call that doesn’t always feel answered, but echoes back in ways we don’t expect.

Love always returns. It may not come as the voices we once knew or the touch we long for, but in its own quiet, profound way, it finds us. 🌅