Found one of their old notes today. Cried for an hour. But also smiled, because they were here. They were real.
People keep asking if I'm 'over it' yet. You don't get over love. You learn to live alongside the absence.
The holidays are approaching. Dreading that empty chair at the table.
The holidays are approaching. Dreading that empty chair at the table.
Grief isn't linear. Some days I'm okay. Some days it hits like it just happened. Both are valid.