Questions I’ve been asked so often since my best friend passed away:
“Are you okay now?” “How are you keeping up?”
“Do you still think of her?” “Do you still cry often?” “Have you moved on?”
Times like this, when it suddenly sinks in that it really did happen — that I actually did saw you in a coffin, actually stood in front of it, and I actually did saw you being buried. It really breaks me over and over again ☹️
Oh, how grief quietly sneaks up on me every day.
So, again: I am not okay. In my mind, I’m still standing in front of her coffin on the first day I saw her lying there. I’m still sitting next to her grave after she was buried. And I know I’m not walking out of this cycle anytime soon— because I’m not planning to.
Questions I’ve been asked so often since my best friend passed away:
“Are you okay now?” “How are you keeping up?”
“Do you still think of her?” “Do you still cry often?” “Have you moved on?”
Do I want this pain to go away? No. I would rather feel this constant ache than risk forgetting she’s gone, because even this pain is a part of her presence in my life.