Love

The more I actually engage with it, the more I am convinced that grief is the hardest part of love.

Fight

Grief is hard because I’m not sure who the enemy is. Is death the enemy because it took my loved one or is it life, because it keeps going without him? Is my brother the enemy because he left, or am I the enemy because I’m still here?

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