Passing
I'm having phases of a difficult time with processing another death in the family. Death in life is inevitable, but the pain of love and loving is so unbearable sometimes to me some days. When I want to cry, I'm not able to. It weighs on me more deep than the volume sad T can hold, until it bursts for a short while. It makes loving others so difficult because of the conflicting relationship love and death have...but all the more necessary.













