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.

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hey dad

Hey dad
It’s me your favourite daughter.

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basket case

I had a boyfriend when I was 15 who liked me enough to be very afraid of my dad.

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