Quote by Vicki Harrison

Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.


Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowin

Summary

This quote metaphorically compares grief to the ocean, emphasizing its unpredictable and fluctuating nature. Just as the ocean has calm and overwhelming moments, grief too has varying intensities. It acknowledges that we cannot control or suppress grief but rather cope with it. The quote encourages acceptance of the emotional process and implies that in order to navigate through grief, one must learn to adapt and find ways to swim, symbolizing resilience and finding ways to cope and move forward.

By Vicki Harrison
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