Today, I went to visit an old friend at the cemetary.
Two years today, it’s been his home, and I just now felt up to saying goodbye. It was a lot harder than I expected.
I couldn’t say the words, but I managed to make the horrible truth a little more real. Sometimes letting go takes a while. This one particular death will always haunt me, I think…and maybe that’s why I’m procssing it in bits.
(All that stuff is his, by the way.)
But what is life without loving others and grieving their absence.