No one really warns you about this part of adulthood where you start to feel homesick, not for a house, but for a moment in time. A version of life that doesn’t exist anymore. A place you can’t return to, and a feeling you didn’t know you’d miss so much until it was gone.
Nobody talks about how grief hit harder in November and December… Nothing prepares you for how the holidays make you miss people that’s no longer here. 🫂