It is a blessing to have a broken heart. It is a blessing to cry rivers, even oceans of tears. It is a blessing to feel loss so deep that you wonder if you can even breath.
This may sound ridiculous. But to me it means that I have truly loved enough to feel that loss. My mother and I were very close. And her passing has left a terrible loss in my life. But I would not trade that loss for anything.
Because it is attached to my wonderful childhood, to being taught silly songs when I was little, being read to, being made to do my homework. It is attached to hot chocolate on a night when I could not sleep, and too many hugs to be able to count.
Heartbreak and heartache never get easier. Losing those you love never gets easier. But no one said that life would be easy. That was never promised to us. And when our heart is breaking, is it not because whoever it was gave us joy and love? The amount of joy and love conversely reflects in the amount of the pain.
So let it rain. Let the floods wash my soul and heart clean, let the love of those I have lost carry me through. And let the love of those who are in my life now fill in the cracks, so that all my pieces are put back.
So if it hurts because I loved them so much, then that is OK. I want to love. That is part of living a full life. And that is the blessing of a broken heart.