Grief/mourning - Tumblr Posts
The way a person dies does not define their life.
Death steals everything; except our stories. - Jim Harrison
I am alive, but I do not really live. I walk in the world with a smile and steadfast. People talk to me without realizing how darkness consumes me. The grief that follows me relentlessly. Never leaving my side day or night. I am never alone because grief is always by my side consoling the pain it has caused.
Things do not replace the absence of a person’s presence.
Someday I will be happy again. It’s just not right now.
I miss the way he made me laugh. How I’d stay up late just to text him good morning. The deep and humorous conversations we would have. I miss his creativity and passion for everything. The list goes on. What I miss most is him being alive.
A person who tells someone that is grieving, “time heals all wounds” has never known the grief that shatters your entire being to the core of your soul. The day that happens to them. They will realize time doesn’t heal anything.
As the universe continues to expand; so does my grief.
People tell you not to put a high value on possessions. They’ll change their mind about that once they loose someone to death. Having something from someone that died becomes more valuable than anything in an instant.
Look at your own pain before you go and decide to intrude on someone else’s.
People who expect you to explain your grief. Are people who have no idea how exhausting it is; to repeatedly be reminded by them of how you will carry it till your final breath. It is a broken record that does not always need to be heard by someone who cannot hear the music.
How was I suppose to know that 502 days ago it would be your last. I have missed you every single day since you’ve died.
Sleep is hard to come by when all I think about is you.
I should be happy. I get to wake up and live life. But, I’m not. I lost someone, not by choice, and I grieve the loss no matter how lucky I am to be alive.
Over 4,000 miles apart and I woke up knowing something was not right. 888 days later and it still hurts that you are gone.
2 years, 2 months, or 2 days. Time becomes irrelevant when someone you love dies. The passing of time while grieving does not exists. Only the constant pain of grief does.
When someone is suddenly taken from you. There are no goodbyes