The world you knew has ended. You've survived your own kind of apocalypse. You wish you could go back and put all the pieces back where they were so you could relive it all again: laughing and joking without the lingering reminder of what has been lost. To be carefree and untouched by the merciless hand of death.
But you can't and that's what's so very sad.
We cannot undo what is done.
We cannot find what is lost.
We cannot untouch what's been touched.
Death has placed it's hands heavily on our shoulders and we shall carry them until it takes us 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...
