My grief isn’t a timeline to measure.
It’s not something I’ll outgrow or get over.
It won’t be cured by keeping busy.
It won’t be erased by pretending I’m fine.
It’s not fixed because you saw me smile in a photo or take a trip.
My grief doesn’t care how much time has passed.
It doesn’t shrink just because life kept going.
It doesn’t fade because I learned how to function.
It’s not weakness.
It’s not attention-seeking.
It’s not drama.
It’s the cost of loving someone who’s gone.
So stop calling it stuck.
Stop calling it unhealthy.
Stop trying to make me feel crazy for still missing them.
My grief isn’t the problem.
Your impatience with it is.
If these words connected with you, you’ll find many more like them in What Remains. It’s a collection of the writings I’ve shared over the years, bringing together reflections on grief, love, loss, and the connections that continue long after someone is gone.
I hope it brings you comfort, understanding, and the reminder that you’re not alone.
If you’d like to read more, you can find the book here
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