We all know we are dying, from the first breath we take. But we never think it’ll be today. There are no words that will make the pain disappear. There is no etiquette or rule book or itinerary that tells you when or how to process and grieve. You just do the next logical thing. The next best thing. In pieces, small bites. Bc the overall picture is overwhelming. So we walk. Or we crawl. And you don’t know how you’ll get there but you do. Because you have no other choice but to live.


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