On Grief

Nov 30, 2022

It never leaves.

There is no cure; just fleeting salves. Happiness sprayed like perfume onto stench.

There is some solace (I think?). Loving your family. Loving your friends. Loving your community. Loving your work.

Realizing that each person on Earth has, at some point, lost someone (or will lose someone) they love. Yet we live.

Yet I live.