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So I started going to therapy again. I started trying really hard to work on my mind… to work through my grief.
On my father’s previous death anniversaries, my sisters, mother, niece, nephews, and I would head to the cemetery with a few beers, some whiskey, and a cigarette for the old man.
Wish that I could’ve frozen time Halted it completely in its tracks Made it that the bells wouldn’t chime That you wouldn’t fade to black Wish I…… Read more “As Told By Ken”
The intensity of your grief is in direct proportion to the deep love you had for them. This is not something you can skip over, ignore, or run away from.
Grief is the hollowness in your heart that only fades with time and effort and sometimes even effort isn’t enough to make cleanse the pain that grief brings along with it.
I thought I saw you yesterday. Standing in the queue.
But then again, it can’t have been you.
Grief is unpredictable. And seemingly timeless.
I wish he was here. Such is the nature of grief.
After all, I was widowed now! Wasn’t I supposed to be sad all the time?