"Grief changes shape, but it never ends."
“Grief changes shape, but it never ends.” Keanu Reeves said this in an interview in 2006. I read it then and again today. His life was full of tragic events - his father abandoning him, his best friend (actor) River Phoenix dying of overdose, his daughter being stillborn in 8th month and then her mother dying in a car crash. Through these events he´s had a lot of chances to contemplate these profound words. A friend of mine in his late 30´s, who lost his Mom suddenly at the age of 18, told me: "It changes, but it never really gets better!" I´ve seen people and friends flipping out or totally closing up because of grief, for years and decades, and I´ve seen it used to bring up other issues and giving them a chance to deal with brokenness in their pasts and lives. And then we have the everyday-grief. Huh, is there an everyday-one too? I don´t know, but I think so. What about the smaller grieves we face daily or weekly - the painful memories we just can´t forget about...