It is known that there are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
Yet what about the prelude to them all?
What about the years I have been grieving over someone as they grin gleefully in unawareness right next to me?
I feel as if the anxious anticipation of what will assuredly come is as painful as what inevitably will.
This overwhelming sense of dread must count for something right?
There must be a sixth stage to this sorrow.
Tag: Grief
Someday
Someday I won't be here and I'll exist only in your memory. You'll be here, surviving, picking up the pieces of everything I left behind. You'll remain stoic, with your head held high, as you remind yourself to stay strong. You'll be sad as grief dehisces your delicate wounds each time they begin to close. But eventually you'll move on, and that'll be okay... Knowing we'll meet again in the end someday.
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