Griefaries: Six
Monday, July 18, 2022 9:48 p.m. Sometimes, if I think about her too abruptly, I almost believe she was just a figment of my imagination. Like this whole time she was never real. I never touched her. I never heard her speak or laugh. I never felt her love. Because sometimes, in this immense grief, it can feel like she's been gone forever. It can feel like she never existed at all. And other times, I feel as though we last hugged just yesterday. I just heard her laugh this morning. I just saw her smile. I could still tell you what she looked like. I could pick her out of a crowd even now. I think I would run to any woman who even slightly resembled her, just out of habit. They would simply vanish once I got too close, just like she did. She just disappeared, if you think about it. One day, she just vanished. That's what her death feels like to me I suppose, like she just went missing. Sometimes I wish she had. At least then I'd have a sliver of hope in seei