The grief never leaves you, you know. It lingers on, hidden from view but an eternal presence woven into the fabric of your being.
You move on. You accept that this is how life has to be from now on. Joy returns, new life grows and living can be good again.
But the grief never leaves you.
You realise this at times both obvious and unexpected. Anniversaries, holidays, significant family events… How could that absence not be noted?
It’s the unexpected ones that catch you, though. That bring forth the pain so suddenly it seems impossible that you could have moved on, that your life didn’t stop the moment they left you.
A song on the radio, a photograph, a name in a book. Reminders of a life taken too soon, of memories you shared and of memories you have had to create without them.
Giving away something that once belonged…
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