Even when your head knows someone is gone, it takes time for your heart to process it.
Grandpa Herb would say to make the best of what comes my way, and I’ve tried to do that. In a strange way, his death has renewed, and not diminished, my determination. I’m realizing what I’ve got, and as the rabbi said of Grandpa Herb, I’m trying to minimize what I don’t have.
I love you so much and I miss you. No one can ever replace you. I will never forget you. Please look after me from heaven.
Don’t confuse a season for a lifetime – things will change – and right now, let’s be trees and drop everything that no longer serves a purpose in our story.
Of course, you’ll never be the same but you don’t want to be. I suppose that’s the price we pay for love.
But what it means to grow in grief is that even when you’re done grieving, you’re never done growing in grief.
Life goes on. And yours needs to too.
Despite everything, I think grief is not something you can quantify with time, you can’t calculate the amount of time it’ll take for you to get over something that happened or the absence of someone important.
365 days since we had our last decent conversation.
You have trouble letting people out of your life. Even when someone is no longer bringing you happiness or any positivity.