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My recent experience of processing grief was like a wild fire ravaging a dearly loved forest. It felt like it took down, killed and destroyed everything i loved about it. But what I was blind to was all the dead trees, dead fall and disease in the forest. The fire was devastating, I prayed everyday for it to stop. It only stopped when it ran out of fuel. What was left was a field, purified, cleansed, primed for new growth, fertilized by the ash of the previous trees who gave their lives for a new forest to grow. A healthier one than before. It was so hard, so painful, tearful. And I’m grateful for it. Grateful for what the grief brought: new life.

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