Grief rarely matches the myths we’re taught; it doesn’t follow stages, stay tidy, or deliver the “closure” we’re promised. Many of us discover that grief is both the loss itself and the unexpected life that continues around it—what dies and what doesn’t, side by side. In gestalt practice, we don’t rush past this mix; we make room for the whole experience, the contradictions, the unfinished sentences, and even the small gifts that show up in the wreckage. The simple phrases—I’m sorry. I forgive you. Thank you. I love you. Goodbye.—can open real contact with someone or something we’re parting from, including our own mortality. When we face grief directly rather than waiting for the “right” time, we see that death isn’t the opposite of life—it’s woven straight through it.