The Grief is With Me.
My heart is sad. It's heavy. It's complicated. I don't want to perform my grief for others. I don't want to perform being fine, either. My younger self is so, so sad. My present self is conflicted. Death is hard. As deaths go, this was one of the better ones. I don't know how to explain that. I'm mourning the person my younger self loved. I'm speaking honestly about the person I knew as I grew into myself now. There's a lot of memories. Other people's grief is tricky. I don't know how to express the gratitude for one of the better kinds of death and the sadness about the death itself. Multiple things are true. The grief is with me. I am trying to be gentle.











