The power of silence, when loss changes everything…
Loss always comes unexpectedly. It asks no permission, does not adapt to our plans, and makes no calculations; it simply exists, flooding our everyday lives and leaving a void that nothing can immediately fill. Under the weight of grief, we often lose our grip, and only one thing remains: presence—standing beside us in silence, without trying to fix anything quickly.
When someone loses a loved one, every familiar routine suddenly feels meaningless. Walking down the street, sounds are muted, objects seem foreign, and the days crawl forward slowly. One of the hardest things at this time is that those around us often expect the “right” reaction: comfort, encouragement, advice. But in reality, most of the time these words only distance us from ourselves, from our own feelings.
True support is rarely loud. A hand that holds ours, a quiet presence that does not demand anything, and the space to experience grief at our own pace—these often mean more than any spoken consolation. In such moments, the role is not to make the pain disappear, but to allow it to exist and gradually transform.
As time passes, loss does not vanish, but it takes on a different form. The sense of absence slowly becomes memory, an inner story preserved in everyday life—in smiles, in the small moments once shared. Amid the weight of sorrow, we begin to realize that the beauty of the past is not lost; it has simply shifted, helping us continue living.
The power of silence and presence lies in their refusal to change our feelings. They are there only to help them unfold, to allow grief to shape us rather than be hidden. When we learn this, we gradually find ourselves able to laugh again, to enjoy the days—not as if the loss never existed, but because we have learned to live with it and cherish what remains.
Thus, silence is not absence, but a resource. It is there to show us how to move forward, how to be present with ourselves while acknowledging that loss is also part of life. Those who embrace this experience eventually find the light again—slowly, gently, in their own rhythm.
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the wind hums a quiet prayer
among memories and tears
a bell rings far away, softly,
grief in our hearts, it flares up,
the painful past breaks forth in silence,
it tears open the old, deep wound,
the silence of the cemetery awaits,
like an old summer guarding a dream,
the autumn frost falls on the stone,
the wind hums a quiet prayer,
every sigh, every prayer,
many tears, fall for you today,
a candle burns, its flame trembles,
because the heart never forgets,
grief rules the days,
its candlelight beckons,
a tiny flame, in the darkness of the night,
they live, deep in our hearts,
József Nyitrai 29.10.2025
💎 Written by: József Nyitrai
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