Defining grief perfectly is impossible. It is unpredictable yet predictable all at once. It is a never ending stream of tears and memories filled with unfailing love that force the corners of your mouth to turn up because you can’t help but smile, even in the devastation.

It is the “both/and,” like you asked me so many times to accept. Grief is a bit like life, without the balance of physical presence.

When I think about you my heart aches and my chest burns and I feel like I am dying; earth is not the same, it is collectively lost, my eyes say.

You made life better and it’s hard to survive without you.

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