My heart broke for my daughter as she read over the deed, pen poised at the signature line. The house. This was the last step, the last connection to her newly-divorced husband, and she was about to sign it over to him and his parents as they had agreed.
“It’s OK,” I told her. “It will be OK.” It was tough for us parents, knowing from experience and a longer-term view that this will end well, but helpless to convince our children in that moment. Her grief came forth as complaints. His eyes were fixed on the table top.
Endings are necessary. They make room for beginnings.
Give your blessing to the ending so you can begin again. Let go and live.