Time is linear, there's a beginning and an end.
But points in time feel like they're the very end.
That's how I felt when I lost you.
Time went by, it didn't wait for me to process losing you.
Things needed to get done, time wasn't waiting for me to do them.
I will forever be grateful for the time we had, despite me wanting to be able to bend the rules for us.
What we had was special and can not be replaced, I thought that meant something.
Dad - February 2024
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Letting go
ContoThese are a few short stories of me coping with loss due to death. It started out with losing my grandparents, and now, most recently, my dad. I'm publishing this in hopes that it helps someone else feel like they're not alone.
