Together with the lack, or when silence is the greatest burden

Just me and the grief. This will be a sort of process diary about how I deal with grief.
If you can't let go or it's hard for you too, then come and let's both pour out our feelings. Because I know one thing. It's better together than alone.
Nobody judges.
We just feel what every single person who has lost an important person in their life feels.
This is a long process with better and worse days. But the point is to never give up, always be one step better.

In this "book" itself, my emerging emotions appear in all sorts of genres, such as, for example, most of which will be plain entries, but there will also be one or two attempts at "poems" from the past.

It is important to note that my native language is Hungarian, so I write primarily in Hungarian; I just translate it before posting it here. So the poems won't feel like poems because they are written in Hungarian, so they only rhyme in Hungarian, so I apologize, but as I said, there will be more posts.