Reinventing the heart after loss. It is always different afterwards. Sometimes softer, sometimes harder, sometimes patched together with bolts and threads and buttons. Sometimes measured and calculated, and sometimes reassembled randomly or hastily.
Loss has had me reinvent the way that I love. Had I never lost a child that never came to be, I may not have loved my little one now with such intensity. Had I never loved and lost my smush-face pug that came to me at the most depressing time of my life, I may have never learned compassion. Had I never watched the ones that I love suffer through loss, I may have just had an uncaring, oblivious heart.