I think we are bound to, and by, nature. We may want to deny this connection and try to believe we control the external world, but every time there's a snowstorm or drought, we know our fate is tied to the world around us
Alice HoffmanRead
My grandmother told me once that when you lose somebody you think you've lost the whole world as well, but that's not the way things turn out in the end. Eventually, you pick yourself up and look out the window, and once you do you see everything that was there before the world ended is out there still. There are the same apple trees and the same songbirds, and over our heads, the very same sky that shines like heaven, so far above us we can never hope to reach such heights.
Interpretation
Losing someone feels overwhelming, but in time, life continues to present beauty and familiarity.
This quote reflects on the profound emotional impact of loss, suggesting that while the pain of losing someone can make it seem as if the entire world is affected, life continues to offer its beauty. The speaker's grandmother imparts wisdom that, ultimately, the world retains its wonders, symbolized by the apple trees, songbirds, and sky, which remain constants in our lives despite personal grief.
In practice
This quote can be shared at a memorial service to provide comfort.
I think we are bound to, and by, nature. We may want to deny this connection and try to believe we control the external world, but every time there's a snowstorm or drought, we know our fate is tied to the world around us
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