Loss and death rearrange us. They transport us forward and backward in time, sometimes in search of answers, other times in denial for a much-needed reprieve. Grief and pain oftentimes take us to another realm, and although needed, lets us eventually remember the here and now to help us heal and grow, even if it means sitting on the riverbank breathing in the new life of summer or allowing the wind to take our anguish out to sea in the crashing of the waves. Notice the blooming flower, the old, rooted tree, and the soar of the eagle, for they too have been broken yet live again.