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There are times when grief shakes me to my core and others when it shows me she is still here, lingering in the breeze. There will always be immense pain in my soul from losing her, but I now know she is everywhere.</p><blockquote id="fbe5"><p>She is in that golden leaf gently falling from the tree, the fluffy clouds in the sky, and that feeling of joy after a sunbeam comes out.</p></blockquote><p id="7ac7">She died fighting for people and causes dear to her heart; she always lived to the limit, with no exceptions. Donning her gold hoop earrings, red lipstick, and a bright smile, she always showed up to every event.</p><figure id="7283"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*0sD7y4DXNy8gUxSe0qvlCw.jpeg"><figcaption>Red roses and baby’s breath blooms.</figcaption></figure><p id="48ce">Today, I grieve for the moments lost with her husband and child, those gatherings, and smiles with friends and family. Tears flow because she will not be there to blow out the candles.</p><blockquote id="6bcf"><p>Yet, we can find light in the extreme darkness of a tragic loss.</p></blockquote><p id="4a89">My friend is a light beam, casting her glow upon these roses to celebrate her birthday. As I write this, a bright light shines through the window- she is here with me!</p><p id="4e7c">During the day, I see her in the golden leaves of trees swaying in the breeze, on beautiful raindrops, and in the sunshine warming our earth. At night, she twinkles in the stars.</p><p id="367e" type="7">What if everyone who ever existed is still here with us, in a different form? We can still wave and share a smile with them.</p><p id="0cea"><b><i>Today, I invite you to think of someone you lost in your life and reach out to them through a walk in nature. Feel their presence as you experience the beauty of the trees and flowers. Imagine them gently whispering hello to you.</i><

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/b></p><p id="0c0b"><b>A Loving Note From Trista Signe Ainsworth:</b></p><figure id="49ee"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*WjHE3RWdVAJ3oXQ6j7vb_A.jpeg"><figcaption>Teatime for a dear friend with a cherry chocolate scone and Paris breakfast tea.</figcaption></figure><p id="a01a"><i>Dear Lovely Readers and Writers,</i></p><p id="62d7"><i>Although this week is difficult as I continue to mourn my friend, I can see joy and hope in what she would want us to learn.</i></p><p id="2a88"><i>Her message to us still here is to love others with all of our hearts. She wants us to find the light even when the world seems cruel and unjust. Her love radiates through pure light, and I feel her with me today connecting with all of you.</i></p><p id="ab80"><i>It has been a busy week, and I am still behind on answering your lovely comments and reading your work. I am so excited to catch up in the next few days, as nothing delights me more than cozying up with a comfy blanket and reading your stories. Thank you for all the love!</i></p><p id="7074"><i>I invite you to subscribe to my free substack: <b>Letters From Your Inner Being</b>- and thank you for your support! It is a weekly newsletter with a special message of hope from your inner being.</i></p><p id="089a"><a href="https://substack.com/@tristaainsworth">https://substack.com/@tristaainsworth</a></p><p id="cecc"><i>I wish you peace, love, and comfort today!</i></p><p id="1dc5"><i>Trista</i></p><p id="de54"><b>I am tagging five writers who requested I tag them whenever I publish a piece. If you wish to be tagged, please let me know in the comments. Thank you so much!</b></p><p id="ff1f"><a href="undefined">Karen Schwartz</a>, <a href="undefined">Lu Skerdoo</a>, <a href="undefined">Liberty Forrest, Author</a>, <a href="undefined">Bonnie</a>, <a href="undefined">Annelise Lords</a></p></article></body>

Your Waves of Grief

How to find the light in the dark tunnel of loss

A bouquet of red roses for a dear friend in the garden.

“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.” ― Jamie Anderson

I still cannot finish listening to that fateful voice message: the one telling me our dear friend was gone. The words tore right through my heart. They violently took her- murdered by someone unknown.

That day reverberates in my soul because tomorrow would have been her birthday. She was the brightest light in the universe, only to be extinguished too soon.

Tea and a silent moment for my dear friend.

The one who told me was her closest confidant in life, a friend since their early years in school. He and I shared how we felt her presence close to us this week.

Grief can come in waves, crashing down upon you at any moment, yet gently reminding you there is still hope in this world.

I have a photo of her admiring a single red rose. She was enamored with someone that day, and that memory brings her brilliance into the present moment.

A cup of calming tea in a rosebud cup.

There are times when grief shakes me to my core and others when it shows me she is still here, lingering in the breeze. There will always be immense pain in my soul from losing her, but I now know she is everywhere.

She is in that golden leaf gently falling from the tree, the fluffy clouds in the sky, and that feeling of joy after a sunbeam comes out.

She died fighting for people and causes dear to her heart; she always lived to the limit, with no exceptions. Donning her gold hoop earrings, red lipstick, and a bright smile, she always showed up to every event.

Red roses and baby’s breath blooms.

Today, I grieve for the moments lost with her husband and child, those gatherings, and smiles with friends and family. Tears flow because she will not be there to blow out the candles.

Yet, we can find light in the extreme darkness of a tragic loss.

My friend is a light beam, casting her glow upon these roses to celebrate her birthday. As I write this, a bright light shines through the window- she is here with me!

During the day, I see her in the golden leaves of trees swaying in the breeze, on beautiful raindrops, and in the sunshine warming our earth. At night, she twinkles in the stars.

What if everyone who ever existed is still here with us, in a different form? We can still wave and share a smile with them.

Today, I invite you to think of someone you lost in your life and reach out to them through a walk in nature. Feel their presence as you experience the beauty of the trees and flowers. Imagine them gently whispering hello to you.

A Loving Note From Trista Signe Ainsworth:

Teatime for a dear friend with a cherry chocolate scone and Paris breakfast tea.

Dear Lovely Readers and Writers,

Although this week is difficult as I continue to mourn my friend, I can see joy and hope in what she would want us to learn.

Her message to us still here is to love others with all of our hearts. She wants us to find the light even when the world seems cruel and unjust. Her love radiates through pure light, and I feel her with me today connecting with all of you.

It has been a busy week, and I am still behind on answering your lovely comments and reading your work. I am so excited to catch up in the next few days, as nothing delights me more than cozying up with a comfy blanket and reading your stories. Thank you for all the love!

I invite you to subscribe to my free substack: Letters From Your Inner Being- and thank you for your support! It is a weekly newsletter with a special message of hope from your inner being.

https://substack.com/@tristaainsworth

I wish you peace, love, and comfort today!

Trista

I am tagging five writers who requested I tag them whenever I publish a piece. If you wish to be tagged, please let me know in the comments. Thank you so much!

Karen Schwartz, Lu Skerdoo, Liberty Forrest, Author, Bonnie, Annelise Lords

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