Death is greedy. It takes too much. Not just the one you loved, but everyone they loved too.
I hope that the me that grief has taken sits with him wherever he may be. I hope she keeps him company and they never know life without each other. I hope they know nothing but togetherness because being apart is so very painful.
The me that's here, the one death left behind is a shell: abandoned. Hollow, empty and home to nobody. Why not me? Why did death leave me behind?
She doesn't know how to be. She just sits in the abyss and waits. For him to return or for her to be taken too.
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Words from a grieving heart.
Non-FictionIn July 2017 I lost my uncle. It was my first time experiencing grief and I didn't (still don't) really know how to handle it. It was at my lowest moment that I picked up a notebook and pen and began to write. I wrote everything from letters to poem...
