Four months today. January 4 feels miles away and years ago. This time space continuum feels broken. How can four months last a lifetime?
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It feels like eons ago that this grief seemed like an overwhelming entity, to now evoking the thought of a teddy bear I feel guilty trying to get rid of. I’m not sure if it got smaller or if I got bigger.
The more I actually engage with it, the more I am convinced that grief is the hardest part of love.