It’s been two months since grandma passed away. It’s hard to believe how fast time moves and how fresh the tears still are sometimes. The shock wears off, the love doesn’t. The places we shared still linger next to her half eaten Nutella. It’s like that. Then the sun comes up again. Super vivid dreams after nightmares. Smiles next to half inhales. Living next to the past.

I’ve learned that sometimes feeling better means trusting time and leaning into each and every moment.


photo by PV KS via Flickr used under CC License, remixed by me