When grief takes its time
Some mornings, it feels like a shadow. Other days, like a storm that arrived without warning.
Grief doesn’t follow logic. It doesn’t wait for the weekend. It doesn’t care how long it’s been.
It arrives in song lyrics, empty chairs, a scent you forgot you remembered. You find yourself crying at an ad for tea, or standing too long at the toothpaste aisle.
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