To grieve is to relearn the world, I once read. After feeling like I might split in two yesterday and only having managed a half-cry, I’ve decided that I can’t do it again. I won’t do it.
Not that your loss means any less – although it has been more expected – and not because I don’t feel the sick absurdity of the timing or that “fair share” and I orbit vastly different planets. But because I can’t live my life like this; I can’t lose another year to darkness, especially not when the worst of it keeps on coming.
Just as you have fallen now to death, I must breathe and rise in goodness. It doesn’t mean that I’ll forget.
Sleep in deep serenity, sweet. May peace be with you, too.















