Sometimes grief doesn’t announce itself — it just drifts in quietly, the way a single snowflake lands without a sound.
Other days, it sweeps through our hearts all at once, heavy and overwhelming, like a winter storm we didn’t see coming.
We don’t always choose when the memories arrive, or which ones will warm us and which ones will ache. But each moment of grief is tied to love — a love strong enough to return again and again, even after the years pass.
And just like snowflakes, no two journeys look the same.
What you feel, how you heal, the pace you move — it all belongs to you.
Be gentle with your heart.
Even the softest snowfall can shape the world in quiet, meaningful ways. 
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