Grief Is Like the Ocean

I’m sure you’ve heard that grief is like the ocean—vast, deep, and ever-changing. One moment, the waters are calm, and you find a sense of peace as memories gently brush the shore of your heart. The next moment, without warning, a storm rolls in, and you’re overwhelmed by crashing waves of sorrow and longing. It doesn’t follow a schedule or respect the passage of time. It simply is—a force of nature that becomes a part of us.

Just like the tides, grief ebbs and flows. Some days are gentle, filled with quiet reflection and a tender ache. Other days feel relentless, like you’re being pulled under by currents you can’t control. And yet, even in its most turbulent moments, grief speaks to something beautiful: love.

We grieve because we’ve loved deeply. That love doesn’t vanish when someone is gone—it stays with us, woven into the fabric of who we are. We carry it in the small things: a song, a scent, a shared memory that surfaces unexpectedly. And over time, grief doesn’t go away, but it softens. We learn to breathe with it, to walk alongside it.

Grief doesn’t ask us to forget, but to remember with grace. It invites us to move forward, not by leaving love behind, but by bringing it with us into the life we continue to build. Like the ocean, grief becomes part of the landscape of our souls—sometimes quiet, sometimes wild, always present. And in that presence, we find that love never truly dies. It becomes our lighthouse, guiding us through the dark and reminding us that even amidst the storm, we are never alone.