Grief is weird. It breaks your heart while opening your eyes. Somewhere between the sadness & tears & chaos, you unlock memories that you forgot existed. You see things differently. You understand people differently. Theres a deeper appreciation for love, lessons & memories.
Why this lady in Marshall’s keep giving me dresses that she thinks I should try on while telling people who are passing by I’m like her “little black daughter” 😭 I’m one dress from cussing her out lmao