One thing about grief I never understood until I went through it was how it warps your sense of reality. When Leora died, my whole world came crashing down, but a huge part of me was CONVINCED that they faked their death and it was all some big joke. Even after I watched them be laid to rest IN PERSON I kept coming up with ways to justify my delusions.
Then, it caught up with me one day. Suddenly I just... got it. Out of nowhere. They had passed, there was no big joke. It was what it was, and I felt like I had to start the grieving process all over again.














