It’s subtle, hardly noticeable, but while you’re grieving, you grow. You grow in ways you wouldn’t have imagined: conquering a fear, discovering a new passion, swapping out something unnecessary and unwelcome in your day-to-day routine for something fresh and new. For me, once I became a widow, I discovered I was no longer rushing. After all the rushing to meet doctors and rushing to the hospital was over, I realized that annoying habit, seemingly hard-wired into my DNA, eventually switched off. It was as if I began to breathe. As Maya Angelou said: “Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence–neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish–it is an imponderably valuable gift.” What growth have you experienced? Perhaps you haven’t noticed anything yet, but I promise – you will grow from this.