My dad died last March. Everyone else has moved on and I'm supposed to be fine now. I'm not fine, but I'm also not the mess I was. I don't know what this stage is called.
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Year one after losing my mum. Year two was quietly harder.
Letting it be uneven. Some weeks nothing, then a supermarket aisle takes me out. That's not backsliding.
It doesn't get smaller, you get bigger around it. Cliché, and the truest thing anyone told me.
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