Carried grief is like a quiet storm. One that moves through you slowly, silently, and can shake your life at any given moment. Your thoughts rumble much louder than one could ever anticipate. Being drifted back to a moment where a spear pierced your heart. A time when all your future plans now become a memory.
Time does not respect sorrow. It only pushes forward the pieces of your heart that are willing to move. But on that day, you learned what it meant to lose a smaller heart — one that had already sculpt a place inside you.
A name that ceased to be used, as one receive news they did not expect. A sudden shift in a room that no longer felt snug. Just cold and empty.
There’s no right way to grieve. Be emotionally aligned with your sorrow and give yourself grace. Allow yourself to feel!
Jovial mom 