Why is it that when we grieve the loss of someone, it seems like not just the anniversary day of their birth or death is hard, but the entire month/s in which those events occurred?
And this morning I got news that a lady from the church I used to attend passed away last night. She reminded me of bubbles – shimmery, floaty, swirly, filled with light and joy. I can’t believe she’s gone.
I’m going to miss you, S. It hurts knowing you’re not here being your beautiful self. Please tell my brother I said Happy Birthday when you see him!