Of loving just one person. Two decades of loving him and now a lifetime of missing him. Lately, the grief has a way of catching up to me every 20 seconds, especially on quiet drives home. Loving him for 20 years was the easiest thing I’ve ever done; navigating this world without him happens to

Tonight I watched the sun disappear behind the trees. The grief is still here, but so is the love. Maybe healing isn’t about letting go. Maybe it’s learning to carry both. ❤️

The hardest part is how real those first two seconds feel.

Some things leave. The feeling of them doesn’t.

I wrote this down today. Trying to learn how to stay instead of shutting down or looking away. I don’t really have anything figured out… just going through it. If it means something to you too, you’re not the only one.