I got out of bed today.
Which was the first of all the accomplishments I've made in weeks,
because even though I miss you the world hasn't stopped.
Even though you're not here and the world turns endlessly.
It's not fair
because
I need time to grieve,
to feel
but I cant,
i cant feel anything.
I can barely get out of bed without feeling waves of disappointment
for all I couldn't have done.
But, I did get out of bed today.
And that was the first time it felt like it was possible,
that maybe I could do this.
That maybe sorrow for the end of your life wouldn't consume me.
I still miss you,
ill always miss you.
But the world never stops turning,
not even for a moment.
So I must continue to get up,
I must walk forward,
and I must celebrate your life.
For it touched mine,
and I will not ever forget it.
I will not ever forget the time we shared together.
-a poem to the dead from the grieving