grief doesn’t merely sit
it resides
it burrows
nests
settles in
envelopes
heavy
weighted
ever-present
suffocating my
lightness of being
that it has replaced
once a raw
shocking stranger
now
reluctantly
an accepted
companion
always present
constant
a part of
yet no longer
all of
my being
whisky sweet 
Loved your writing.
I’m still going through the cycles of profound loss and reluctant acceptance.
Stay strong.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you. Grief and acceptance of loss is so much cyclical … everyone says two steps forward and one step back but the reality for me has been that many times it one step forward and two or 20 steps back. I thought people lied when they said it gets better; and better isn’t what it gets. Ever. I have gotten better at living with it.