Grief, or notes from the journey

“There’s not much you can do that’s braver than to continue to live when your child has died.”

exiled from a world I loved, I am unmade


What other choice do I have but to move forward in this life I didn’t choose?


She started by saying “my daughter died…”

Then in starts and stops told the story, cried, shared her anger.

And when she was done said, “well, anyway.”

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