My heart felt like it stopped beating and sunk into my stomach. I felt the tears start building up in my eyes and I curled up into a ball in the passenger seat. I turned away from my loved one. Out of embarrassment. And out of judgment for myself and them. I didn’t want to be a bother or a burden. I didn’t want to make them uncomfortable. I didn’t want to look over dramatic or weak. When we finally came to a stop they held me. Exactly where I was on the journey. Exactly where I was in that momen

It truly is the weirdest feeling I’ve ever experienced. A sense of emptiness in my heart for the time we lost. While simultaneously feeling gratitude for the time we had together. And I and we don’t just lose them once. We lose them over and over again, with the subtle moments that remind us of them. A smell, a sight, a feeling, a moment. It’s the smallest things that remind me of him. And it’s in the smallest moments I feel him the most. A few things I’ll do today to navigate the grief: Be wher