The earth will help us. There is such strength in the ground, the trees, the water. The air we breathe washes over us with new life. Water is drawn into the atmosphere and returns to fill rivers and streams. The mountains rise up, are worn away, and rise again. On the high tundra tiny flowers bloom unseen. The cycle of the seasons is alive with the promise of rebirth. Creation is a mystery, and so is death. But there are clues, and promises. We are children of God.

In life, as in death, we draw our power from the same source.

Healing After Loss Martha Whitmore Hickman

So true.... Every time we close a cycle, a new one is opened.... with new opportunities... with more hope...