Journal

I’d pick you to be my dad in every lifetime, even if that means loosing you at a young age every single time.

To grieve someone is to constantly be searching for closure you’re never going to fully get because somewhere inside still believes they are coming back.

The grief never leaves, but slowly it starts to feel less like it's strangling you and more like it's holding your hand.

My Roman Empire was imagining a functional family where we talked about our feelings and where more open instead of brushing everything under the rug when things got difficult.

Once it started to become normal to speak about you in the past tense, I lost you for a second time.

Triggers are sometimes more obvious, like birthdays or anniversaries, but often times they are more subtle; a song, a book, a saying. The ones I don’t see coming are so much more painful.

dealing with loss surrounded by friends who are strangers to grief, is like talking to an empty room.