grief is so weird, esp as a system(in our experinence) the bodys grandmother died, I didn’t know her. None of our current non-dormant alters knew her, so why do we feel grief for a woman we never met?
i have the faintest memory of her letting “us” try on her lipstick but even then, it wasn’t us. It’s not my memory, so why do i remember it?
why do we grieve for a woman we never met? That we’ll never meet anyway?










