Today, I chose to take a “Grief Day” – a term I use to coin a day entirely devoted to feeling grief. A day when I turn to myself for the home comforts just as my mum used to on those sick days from school.
So, 15 months ago I was stripped of everything that I thought made me, me. And what came after a deep long look and sorting through those jagged pieces, was less noise. A silence. A phase of purification. Nearly every aspect of my life, to an extent, has been stripped. So, who is Katie now?
I enjoy your memory. The other day my flat and I cheersed our drinks for you. I laughed and felt giddy...
This is Daisy. She came from a nearby farm. I loved her before I met her and chose her name before Mum found the advert for her.
For many of us, we live in hope because those who have lost someone still can’t comprehend it.
I hope I will forever be grateful, even when inevitably things go wrong; this is my life and I’m in love with it again.
You aren't your grief. You aren't what happens to you in this life, you are how you deal it. You won't always feel so small.