A REMINDER OF THE HARDEST DAYS

Grief has a strange way of growing with you. At a young age, you learn what it feels like to carry an absence before you even understand what absence truly means. You spend years believing that healing means filling empty spaces, only to realise that some spaces are never meant to be replaced — only carried differently.

As life moves forward, people leave in different ways. Some drift with time, some with distance, and some remain close enough to remember but far enough to become memories. Each goodbye teaches a different kind of ache. And then one day, you stand at another ending — not losing someone from the world, but losing them from your world. Somehow, that grief feels just as heavy.

But grief also changes. In the beginning, it feels like drowning. Later, it becomes waves. And eventually, you realise you are no longer fighting the water — you are learning how to float. You learn that healing is not forgetting, and moving forward is not betrayal. It is simply choosing to keep living, even after life has changed shape around you.

Maybe coming out of grief is not about leaving it behind. Maybe it is about finally understanding that you can carry sadness and still make room for joy.

I just wonder how my life would be around that one person if he still were in my life >