Grief is normal. I didn’t know. No one ever told me. I never listened. Worst of all, I didn’t understand. It wasn’t my fault though. There are no words to describe the pain. No analogies to help frame it. No way of explaining the agony, the scaring, the change. No way of explaining the chasm, the vacuum of grief. How could I have known? How could I have understood how It sucks everything in to it. You don’t escape. The fight is pointless. You exist and then you learn to live. Its difficult. Its different. It has to be, they are gone. They tell me you learn to live. I hope so because I forget as I can’t yet live with the remembering.
Ify