“loss does not end love in your life.”

In a profile of John Green in the New Yorker, John Green is asked a question by a parent on what happens to Hazel’s parents in the book. He doesn’t have an answer to this. No one probably does because loss can’t be defined and the way we live with it is uniquely ours.

But, in an attempt to say something, he said, “loss does not end love in your life.” I think he’s right.

Just because someone dies doesn’t mean that you suddenly stopped loving them. I know it wasn’t that way for me.

If anything it was in that moment when I knew my grandmother was no longer breathing that I was overwhelmed by how much I loved her and what the minute after would mean to me.

I still love her every day. Now, it’s a mix of love and intense longing. I wish she were here to talk to. I wish I could give her a hug. I wish she could tell me a joke. I wish she were around so that I could tell her just how infinite this love is.

What do you think of John Green’s answer? 

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