The Land of Times Past.

We often liken grief to the seasons of the year. Once our losses occur, we are never the same. We are different. At times we’re even better. Still, the self we knew is forever gone. Our "gone" or former self went with our loss. Our new found self remains here with our surviving moments.
"Our losses do not come forth. They dwell in the land of times past ... "
It is so hard to see our family and friends as they age, marry, and have children, for our losses do not change. Harder still, for us, is to attend those weddings and baptisms. It takes a great deal of courage to attend those events. They are constant and cruel reminders of what we have lost. Our losses are frozen in time, never to age. Other parts of our lives grow, mature and reap progress. The potential we once dreamed stays unchanged, not fully formed, static . . . without age.