Five Stages of Grief.
I. Denial.
I know when I get up She’s going to be Fine. She’ll be In the living room Watching old Arabic sitcoms And telling me to Get her the remote. She’s going to be okay. She’ll be here in the Morning.
II. Anger.
Why her? She didn’t hurt anyone. What did she do to Wrong you, God? All the shit going on In the world and you Had to take the one Good thing? Fuck you.
III. Bargaining.
I’m sorry. That was wrong. I didn’t mean it. I’ll do whatever you ask. I’ll pray 5 times. I’ll fast. I’ll be a good person. Fuck it. Take my life Instead. She’s worth more Than I am. Please.
IV. Depression.
It hurts so much without her. I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep. The pain doesn’t go away. I don’t want to be On this earth If she’s not on it. It hurts so much.
V. acceptance.
You’re okay, mama. You’re in a better place. It’s selfish of me to Want you here While you’re in pain. I’ll be okay. I promise.
I’ll be okay.
-akh.
I read this at least twice a week.
