I don’t know if grief has an expiry date. I know my pain is endless: a smell, a sound; an image; one bit of nothing, will take me out of reality and put me back on my past, lost forever. And, without expecting or wanting, the heart shrinks, the breath hurts, the tears warm my face.
I lost my mom just last year. I’m living my life now. It hasn’t gone back to normal and I don’t think it ever will. It’s such a weird thing though. Random things just set the tears on. A certain scene in the movie, a certain piece of clothing in the shopping mall. Anything could be a trigger.
Your story really helps me make sense of what’s happening. Thank you for sharing it :)