Every loss creates an opportunity, an opening. The opening leads to a large, wide space - empty, waiting to be filled. To be filled with something new, something worthier.
That something new doesn’t have to be entirely virgin. It could be what you lost, albeit, refurbished in a way which serves you better.
Our attempt to restore what once was, is mostly futile. But more than that, it’s a denial of the opening. It’s a refusal to step into that generous space and instead sit back in that cave of grief, resentment, shock or all of them.
Isn’t that what becomes our real loss?