To grieve is to relearn the world, I once read. After feeling like I might split in two yesterday and only having managed a half-cry, Iāve decided that I canāt do it again. I wonāt do it.
Not that your loss means any less ā although it has been more expected ā and not because I donāt feel the sick absurdity of the timing or that āfair shareā and I orbit vastly different planets. But because I canāt live my life like this; I canāt lose another year to darkness, especially not when the worst of it keeps on coming.
Just as you have fallen now to death, I must breathe and rise in goodness. It doesnāt mean that Iāll forget.
Sleep in deep serenity, sweet. May peace be with you, too.













