Sometimes grief makes me feellike I’m losing my mind. Like my brain has been hijacked. No, really. A few weeks ago, I read the beginning of a sentence over and over again about twenty or thirty times. It took me almost that long to figure out why my brain couldn’t makes sense of it. Then– […]
The tears come in waves. I love the signs I've gotten from her. I know she's happy... She wouldn't be her if she wasn't. I can see her smiling down on me when those feelings come over me. I know she's whispering not to cry but to be happy for her, that we'll meet again one day but for now she will watch over us. I just miss her so.