2025-05-13
6 分钟Hey friends, it's Rosie here.
Welcome to Radio Headspace and to Tuesday.
So a friend of mine lost everything in the fires.
His home, his belongings.
even a crocheted blanket his grandmother had made for him.
And as we sat together, he didn't cry about the house itself.
He cried about that blanket.
He said, it was the last thing she ever made for me.
And in that moment, I understood something about grief that I hadn't before.
Loss isn't about objects.
It's about the love and time woven into them.
It's about what they remind us of, who we were, who we loved, who loved us.
Yesterday we talked about the suddenness of loss, how it can shake us,
how it can feel like the ground beneath us has disappeared.
But today, I want to talk about something that often lingers beneath that loss.
Because usually it's not just the thing itself we mourn, it's what it represented.
The meaning, the memories, the sense of safety or the love it held for us.
I think on an intellectual level, we understand that grief isn't logical.
It doesn't follow a neat, predictable path.
We don't mourn things simply because they had value in a material sense.