He was my father. He was my friend. He was the one I watched sleep, night after night, just to make sure he was breathing.
Such is Life!
People ask me how I cope. I don’t. I carry. There’s a difference. Coping implies you’ve made peace with it. Carrying means you’ve chosen to never let go.
The leg massages. The “bauaa” moments. The silences that said more than words ever could. These are not memories. These are permanent residents in my chest.
Such is Life!
You learn that grief is not a phase. It’s a companion. Some days it walks beside you quietly. Other days it sits on your chest and refuses to move. Both are fine. Both are honest.
Such is Life!