Takoyaikski
They say grief manifests in unusual ways. For some, it's all wailing and thrashing; for me, it was a quiet, heavy acceptance. From the moment my father took his last breath, I knew he was gone. Yet, I still found my own way to reach into his silence.
I kept texting his old number. It started as a habit-sending meaningless updates and "I miss yous" to a place where I thought they would sit, undisturbed, forever.
Until one night, the status shifted.
Read.