Relapse grief is hope learning to walk with a limp. There are versions of them in my head that never got to finish growing up. People treat this kind of grief like it needs a moral at the end and I hate that. You can love someone so hard and still not be able to keep them on shore. I am grieving the years that got fed to something hungry and stupid and bigger than us. Some grief arrives with paperwork and some arrives with silence from people who do not know what to say.
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