For the longest time, I only attached grief to death. Funerals. Obituaries. Permanent goodbyes. But nobody really talks about the grief that comes with losing living things…friendships, relationships, jobs, businesses, routines, versions of yourself you swore would always exist. Grief doesn’t only show up at gravesites. Sometimes it shows up in quiet transitions. In unanswered calls. In empty routines. In finally getting what you asked for only to realize you still mourn what had to end for it to arrive. And that’s the space I find myself in now. Something ended that I thought I was ready to let go of. I prayed for change. Asked for movement. Wanted different.…