How does one deal with the loss of someone so important, so life-changing, such a joy that you can barely remember your life before them? When those we love die, the sun comes up and the world spins onward. Nothing really changed, other than you. Forced to go on, we breathe and eat, and remember, even when we don't even want to. It is not in homage that we go on, it is not because we want to, it's because we feel overwhelmed with the other options. But, its not okay, its not fine to me. Everyday I am reminded, everyday I feel the broken pieces and the guilt associated with death. What do you do to overcome the grief, to forgive yourself for not doing enough, not being there, not, not, not?
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