I hated vulnerability so much, that I tried to give myself everything I could to the point of burnout.
I can’t help but wonder: does my memory serve me? Or, have you have been gone so long that I can barely find the memory?
I felt closer to him reading these than I have since he was killed—as he wrote in one of them, “Some words are worth a thousand pictures.”
I’ve not really been one to ever let myself be overly emotional about relationships, so it wouldn’t make sense for me to barrel full-force into oversized valentines day cards, stuffed bears carrying hearts and triumphantly pull out and a box of chocolates and say THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE ONE.
But that’s grief, isn’t it? It comes when you least expect it. When you find a video you sent to your mum, of you in a pyjama set she bought you, tucked in a bed she kissed you goodnight in, cuddling the cat you both loved so much together.
Katie and I will stand side by side and talk about the creation of The Grief Reality. We will talk about how alienating grief was, but the love we felt from this community. We are indebted to the Wordpress community for the life it brought back to us.
This is Daisy. She came from a nearby farm. I loved her before I met her and chose her name before Mum found the advert for her.