Grief is strange. It doesn’t always arrive loudly; sometimes, it lingers in the quiet moments, in the middle of the chaos, when life is moving too fast to even stop and feel.
Today is one of those days. A day that carries both love and loss. A day that reminds me of what could have been.
I wanted to pause, to do something to honor the one I lost too soon. But life kept moving, and so did I. And for a moment, I felt guilty. But then I reminded myself—love isn’t measured in grand gestures or perfect rituals. Love is carried in the heart, in the quiet remembrance, in the way we keep going even when it hurts.
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