As March unfolds and the first signs of spring begin to surface, the world shifts from the quiet dormancy of winter to the gentle stirrings of new life. Buds form on bare branches, birds return with their morning songs, and the air carries the scent of earth awakening. Yet, for those carrying grief, the transition to spring can be bittersweet—a stark reminder of the passing of time and the ever-present ache of loss.
Grief does not abide by the seasons; it lingers in the cold stillness of winter and persists through the warmth of spring’s arrival. For many, the changing landscape can feel like a betrayal—how can the world move forward when a loved one is no longer here to witness it? The contrast between external renewal and internal sorrow can make this time of year particularly poignant. The brightening days and lengthening sunlight may feel at odds with the heaviness still resting in one’s heart.
Spring often symbolizes hope and renewal, but grief reminds us that healing does not mean forgetting. Instead, it asks us to hold both sorrow and growth in the same breath. Just as the earth slowly thaws and makes way for new life, grief, too, shifts over time—not disappearing but evolving into something we learn to carry differently.
As the world softens into spring, it is important to give ourselves permission to experience this change at our own pace. It is okay to find joy in a warm breeze, to feel sorrow in the blooming of flowers, to miss a loved one in the brightness of the sun. Grief is not a season that passes; it is a thread woven into the fabric of our lives, coexisting with the cycles of nature.
This March, may we grant ourselves grace as we navigate the tension between change and remembrance. May we find comfort in knowing that while time moves forward, love remains—a quiet, steady presence, like the roots beneath the budding trees.
