A sweetness we do not yet know, and cannot know at the moment. When you feel devastated, and you feel pressed in, squeezed into a foetal prayer, a darkness haunting every crevice of your imagination, you are about to be born anew.
Look for tears to ease your passage. Look for tears, tiny emissaries of a grander sea, to whisper to you that to vanish is to become larger. Grieve generously. It’s how things are born.