“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all.” — Ayn Rand
Grief has a way of stealing fire. After the death of a child, the world feels cold and distant. Many grieving parents lose the desire to create, to dream, or even to continue. The spark that once guided our lives can seem buried beneath despair. Each day becomes a quiet survival. But somewhere deep within the pain, something still flickers. That flicker is not ambition or hope as it once was. That flicker is the love that remains. That love becomes the quiet fire that carries us forward.
A grieving parent may not always see their strength. The smallest act—getting out of bed, answering a message, or walking outside—requires courage. That courage often goes unnoticed, even by the one who carries it. But each small act fans the flame. A spark can live in memory. A spark can live in a kind word. A spark can rise from honoring a child’s name out loud. Grief does not erase our fire. Grief teaches us how to tend it more gently.
No one grieving needs to shine brightly every day. Grief often dims what once burned strong. But even in the darkest moments, the fire of love endures. That love keeps glowing, no matter how faint. That glow becomes a guide. That glow becomes connection to others who understand. The fire may change shape, but it never fully disappears. The fire becomes sacred. And from that sacred fire, we begin again—one breath, one moment, one spark at a time.
Thought for today: Protect the spark inside your grief. Even the smallest ember can light the way through darkness.