I keep making room for someone who is not coming back. I can keep the bills paid or I can breathe deeply, but not both on the same day. Sometimes grief looks like school pickup and pretending my face is not breaking in public. I was not prepared to become the only adult who remembers how the whole family machine worked. There are days I am functioning so well it feels like betrayal.
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