Passing Grief

And the fourth year after his passing, oddly feels just as bad as the first.

The first year was shock,

The second year in denial that he left me to live without him,

The third I finally started to grieve and process it.

And on 4 year reality hits, and suddenly the grief leaves me in painful, breathless sobs. The ache burns my chest some moments. And the rising depression turns my life into a kaleidoscope of everything that could’ve been.

It’s not every second, and I know he’d want to see me soldiering on- but I still miss the person who finally gave my heart a home

dh 11.18.22