April 07, 2026
Grief is purple.
We think it’s blue because it’s fairly straightforward, this person was here, now they’re gone and we are all sad.
But it isn’t actually that simple.
No matter how good or right a death is, or how peaceful, no matter how long and full a life someone had, there are still always little things unresolved. Unanswered questions, small disagreements or resentments buried by never fully resolved, topics that never had the chance to be talked about, things you or they kept meaning to do but never got around to.
These tiny pinpricks cause wounds that tint our sorrow red.
And so grief is purple.
With just the slightest hint of a fine silver mist.
Image of a bearded iris courtesy of Wikimedia Commons