Grief Lives in the Quiet

Even when someone’s gone, they don’t fully leave. They show up in weird and quiet ways. A phrase I still say without thinking. A random song that hits harder than it should. The way I check the time and still expect a text. Grief doesn’t scream like it used to. It’s softer now. But it’s still there, in little moments of my day when I least expect it. And honestly, I don’t think we ever really “move on.” That’s not how it works. We just figure out how to live with it. How to let the sharp edges of missing someone wear down over time. Most days, I carry it just fine. Some days, it still knocks the wind out of me. But even that, it’s okay. Because the sting means they were real. That it mattered. That they mattered.

• Loss
• Grief