grief

I think it was even today that I heard someone say, on the radio, with a rather flippant tone, that "grief is the price you pay for love." This is the thought that struck me with sickening clarity as I was driving home tonight, tears streaming down my face, sniffling and snottering at the red lights. People I love-- several people all at once-- are planning to move away. Among them are some of my most precious babies, little people that I've known from their first breaths. It's heart-wrenching for me, even now, even though the farewells are still some months distant. I don't know how I'll cope when they pull up their roots and leave me behind. There's something that's all at once true and beautiful and terrifying about a love like that.