Some Days, Grief Feels Fresh Again
Hi.
I woke up today to the sad news that good people have passed away.
Death… it will never not be sad.
For me, it’s always been heavy. Even now, the longing and missing never really go away — they just grow heavier with time. But life has to be lived, and I just keep going.
I always miss my parents. Even thinking about them makes my eyes swell, and soon I’ll start to cry. It’s never a soft cry — it’s the kind that comes from deep inside, the broken kind.
I especially miss my dad. I don’t even know how I’ve carried myself these past fifteen years. Maybe because I had to.
Today is just one of those days and I just want to write it out.
