Elisha Applebaum Instagram – DAD 🖤 It seems to me, that if we love, we grieve That’s the deal That’s the pact Grief and love are forever intertwined Grief is the terrible reminder of the depths of our love And, like love, grief is non-negotiable There is a vastness to grief That overwhelms our minuscule selves We are tiny, trembling clusters of atoms Subsumed within grief’s awesome presence It occupies the core of our being And extends through our fingers to the limits of the universe Within that whirling gyre all manner of madnesses exist Ghosts and spirits and dream visitations And everything else that we, in our anguish, will into existence These are precious gifts That are as valid and as real as we need them to be They are the spirit guides that lead us out of the darkness I feel the presence of my son, all around But he may not be there I hear him talk to me, and parent me, guide me Though he may not be there He visits my wife in her sleep regularly Speaks to her, comforts her But he may not be there Dread grief trails bright phantoms in its wake These spirits are ideas, essentially They are our stunned imaginations Reawakening after the calamity Like ideas, these spirits speak of possibility Follow your ideas Because on the other side of the idea Is change and growth and redemption Create your spirits Call to them Will them alive Speak to them It is their impossible and ghostly hands That draw us back to the world from which we were jettisoned Better now and unimaginably changed Written by NICK CAVE.