mud
Today the grief feels like mud, sticky and thick, heavy. I ate too many edibles and took a nap that lasted far longer than planned. I woke up thinking about the day, this day, the last day.
It’s been a year, this was the last day I saw him. I packed up everything I wanted in the house, the movers were coming Saturday morning at 8. I finished packing…
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