Grief

Grief is complex, unique, messy. I've been thinking about it a lot as memories of my dad pass through my head. Sometimes I feel like I'll drown in the missing, other times, I feel his presence and the pain lessens. Most days are just normal days and I feel ok.

It's kinda like this:

Grief is a monster.

Grief is thinking you're right side up, when you're upside down.

Grief is consuming
Grief is a memory fading

Grief is a memory returning

Grief is a messy, beautiful, reminder you were here