1 min readAway from HimChangingMorphingEbbing and flowingGrief changes but never goes awayA fury of rageA wistful longingTears that flow unexpectedly againI don't want to let goBut I can't go backTime presses me forwardAway from him
ChangingMorphingEbbing and flowingGrief changes but never goes awayA fury of rageA wistful longingTears that flow unexpectedly againI don't want to let goBut I can't go backTime presses me forwardAway from him
35 Months of GriefLast week someone remarked that Greg's life had been "long ago". Their words stopped me in my tracks. I get what they meant. After all, they didn't know Greg. He's someone they know existed in the way