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We spend our lives meticulously building walls. We fortify ourselves against the harsh realities of the world, convinced we are invincible. Grief, however, is a battering ram that shatters those walls with a single, brutal blow.
I was never prepared for loss. My world operated on a rigid schedule, devoid of messy emotions. But then, it happened.
And suddenly, I was drowning in a sea of unfamiliar feelings: a suffocating sadness, a white-hot rage, and an undercurrent of sheer terror at the vast emptiness left behind.
Years crawled by, each one a slow, uphill battle. Healing felt impossible. Yet, amidst the crushing pain, a flicker of something else emerged — a memory.
A laugh, a smile, the echo of a voice.
These fragments, once agonizing reminders of what I’d lost, slowly transformed.
They became testaments to a life well-lived, a love fiercely shared.
Grief, I grudgingly learned, is not a linear path. It’s a labyrinth of emotions, revisiting the good times alongside the bad. Each memory, a stark reminder that life is a fragile gift, to be cherished in every fleeting moment.
Through the haze of loss, a profound truth began to dawn. The ones we love see a potential in us we fail…
