Two years down, countless to go.
Grief is easier, but not over, two years in.
Tomorrow isn't a happy day for everyone.
My new normal blows.
Everything exhausts me now. Literally everything.
This is a post from The Bereaved's first guest blogger!
Today's been hard.
One year down, a million to go.
This is a sort of poem.
It's starting to feel like if you haven't experienced the death of the most important person in your life, you will never really know me. I think this is part of the reason why when I've lost friendships recently, it hasn't bothered me as much as it would've before my grandmother died. Those people didn't … Continue reading Wednesday Realization