Grief hits like a silent storm and nothing feels real. The chair still waits, the coffee still brews, but the one who made it all make sense is gone. People urge you to “be strong,” yet every drawer, every mug, every empty side of the bed pulls you backward. Somewhere between holding on and letting go, you must slowly relear… Continues…
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