Heartbreak and Loss seldom give warning. Suddenly, they are at the door, unwelcome visitors, suitcases in hand, prepared to stay for an unrelenting visit.
At times it feels as if they’ve moved in, become part of the hum of the household, except the household no longer hums. It jolts, and bumps, and bangs and hurts in unimaginable ways.
Fortunately, blessedly, thankfully, other visitors appear with food for the body when the soul has lost its appetite for life.
Others bring gifts of artistic wonder, of remembering, of photographs, of hugs and tears and attempts at understanding. There are those who bring laughter, some who bring laps for holding the smallest confused hearts. Some bring letters, which serve as a bulwark to support weak knees and helpless hands.
Gifts come in the form of laundered clothes, folded clean towels, floors swept, dishes done, garbage emptied, yard work finished.
Remembrances appear hanging from beautiful chains around the necks of those whose loss is unspeakable. A photo, a talisman hanging beside the broken heart, a silver healing balm when healing seems impossible.
Music wraps itself around the injured, broken souls as a liniment, an ointment, a salve, first oil pressed from olives. The warmth of the song soothes and succors, lifts and lightens, cushions and comforts.
Love also appears at the door, and takes up residence. Love is attached to every gift, entwined in every condolence. Love is woven in every hug. Love is wrapped among every sigh, and is the salt in every shared tear.
Love is the only real gift.
Because Love is the only solace.