Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship. We don’t lose love when someone dies — we lose the form it once came in. And that is where the ache sits. The part no one prepares you for. But over time, we realize the relationship isn’t gone — it’s simply asking to be carried differently. I keep my grandma’s coffee cup not to cling to the past, but because we shared so many beautiful conversations over that cup. Stories, laughter, and the quiet sacred moments in betwee