There are books aplenty about grief and loss and how to process. Essays upon essays that muse on feelings and actions and how to navigate
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.
there are still days that I don’t care that “why” will never be answered. i still ask it. of you. of the universe. of my
There was a day when you were not there, and then, all of a sudden, you were. I looked at you and I was overwhelmed