The last sip of summer is a lovely phrase that embraces the beautiful reluctance of letting go the final carefree days of summer.
Grief brings you to your knees; shakes you to your core and rattles your senses. In a blink of an eye, or over time, the end of a life leaves painful scars on the living.
For every new beginning, there must be an end; for each gain, a loss. But what happens in between? Transition.