Sit with the loss without immediately seeking to explain it. What does it feel like, as honestly as you can describe it?
When you consider the idea that what is lost "returns to its source" — that loss is a return, not an ending — does that bring any comfort? Or does it feel distant and inaccessible right now?
What do you need right now — stillness, company, activity, or something else? Is what you need accessible to you?
Where are you in this grief? Is patience something you can approach, or does it feel unreachable from where you are? Both are honest answers.
What would it mean to hold the grief and hold hope at the same time — not resolving either into the other, but carrying both?