Theory: Breakup songs can also be about someone dying.

I used to tease my mom about her worries, “It’s like a rocking chair, Mom, gives you something to do, but doesn’t get you anywhere.”

It’s its own loss to be alone in remembering.

Sometimes a memory barrels in and I choke, thinking you died without knowing I saw what you did for me.

Grief begets grief. Triggers it. But also, it’s such an opportunity for vulnerability and connection.

Grief is..

Laughing loudly at something so true and real, tears can’t do it justice.

It’s moments realizing how hilariously absurdly tragic life is - it’s the handbook under the couch cushions that doesn’t exist but should.

This is what grief is like. 

A wave that pulls you under. 

An undertow. 

I’ve never been caught in an avalanche, but that sounds like something that grief could be like.

All of the sudden, you can’t breathe.

 I didn’t do enough. Say enough.