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Sea Glass // Grief

I have nothing intelligent to say about death. Only that it hurts, that sudden gasping void, and that for those who are left on this side, the healing is slow and confusing. There are days that feel better than others, when you can look back and be grateful for all of the time that you did get to spend together. But then there are the other days, the days that you feel so damn angry at the whole world that you get to live out your life and they didn’t. The days when the guilt surrounds you and sinks in, and you make a list of all of the things you could have done differently. There are the days that you bury your grief, when you disconnect and do anything you can to not feel anything at all. And these days go by, and the ache doesn’t necessarily stop, but you start to get better at navigating it. Y