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HOW’S THAT HOUSE THAT RAISED YOU? - Lev St. Valentine

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You do not need to stop feeling sad. You just need to make room for other feelings again. To let your joy and sadness exist in the same heart. Yes, you will always be someone who experienced that loss. And yes, you can also become someone who experiences other things.

— from The Never Novel: Excerpt from a Novel I Will Never Write

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lovewasthekey

it's my dad's birthday today. the sun is shining, it's very warm, i hope he sits in a deck chair and enjoys his special day up there. missing him a little bit more today.

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lilbeebelle

the night you died I said goodbye and watched them carry you away but the urge to call you and ask for advice is still haunting me.

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whooshsoohw

Really pisses me off how everyone my dad admired (musicians, writers, footballers, politicians, his friends) is still alive but not him. Some are so much older than him as well. Why is the world so full of him but he's not in it? It wasn't supposed to be this way.

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treerootstalks

what do you mean i have to go the rest of my life without seeing them ever again

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blueegrief

“all my grief says the same thing: this isn't how it's supposed to be. this isn't how it's supposed to be. and the world laughs. holds my hope by the throat. says: but this is how it is” ―Fortesa Latifi

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paigeypaige19

And nobody, not you, not me, can fill the holes that someone else has left. All we can do is keep each other from falling in the holes and never coming out again.- Making Faces by Amy Harmon

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thirteendaysintaunton

i have notifications set up for cheap flights to my friend's city. but now that he's gone I don't need them anymore. I still get the emails every once in a while and it still feels like a punch to the gut each time. but i also can't bring myself to turn them off. that's love. that's grief.

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benaboutown

I feel as if I should have something smart to say about grief. Maybe just that it's never quite what we expect and almost always contains a whole slew of other emotions alongside it including things like anger and guilt.

Someone smarter than me said grief is something you have to move through rather than around, and that's as true as anything.

In high school I had to memorize a sonnet and for some reason I chose one of Shakespeare's more depressing ones. The last couplet still resonates though:

This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

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noxsideris

It is tightly coiled in my chest.

Sometimes it is quiet, so small that I almost forget it’s there.

Almost.

Sometimes it unfurls itself.

Sometimes slowly.

Sometimes all at once.

Sometimes it demands to be heard, it claws and bites and breaks me open.

Sometimes it is so loud it’s the only sound that exists.

It is tightly coiled in my chest.

Sometimes it moves to my stomach, sometimes in my throat; threatening to choke me if I don’t cough until I’m gagging on it and spitting it out on the ground in front of me.

Forcing me to look at it until it is time to swallow it again.

Until it is time for it to settle in my chest again.

It can be soft, too. It can be warm and comfortable, gently holding me from the inside.

It can bring with it a light to soft it feels kind.

But it is always there.

In me.

Tightly coiled in my chest.

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