I’ve been taking this course in writing about my grief. I let it take me away from writing to you. They say grief comes in waves, and today I am drowning.
It’s not right, none of this is fair. I miss you. I miss you, and words just don’t cover it. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.
If grief were a gesture, it would be hands on my heart, one flat on the other like bad CPR. My heart is still beating, I don’t need this rescue. My soul needs it though. Every part of me needs you.
Sometimes, when I’m very still, I still feel you kicking.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.