Love ends in loss for the ones left behind
And grief is a natural response to losing what we've cherished
But when I stood at the threshold of death, I felt something vast and ungullible
So far beyond my ordinary sense of self
Opening to that mystery was humbling
It made me a little wiser and a little more realistic about our precarious human situation
When I pause to remember someone I've lost, grief is right there
But as the 13th century poet Rumi says "The wound is the place where the light enters you."