On Wednesday this week I went to the grocery store and hanging high, there it was.
Jube jubes, separated and packaged by colour.
It was practically a miracle.
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time and grief
Just last week I was telling someone that this month (today actually) marks 3 years since you died.
And then, just like, implausibly, some people take a long time to remember their age, I realized that I was off by a whole year.
It is two years. But you have to hush your grief in this world after 6 months. Or 6 weeks. No one wants to hear. You are supposed to move on.
hey dad
Hey dad
It’s me your favourite daughter.