12/16/2025
Listen, grief is weird.
Sometimes it’s crying because someone had the same hair as your mom and it made you think about her, which then made you think about how she’ll never get to be at your kids sports tournaments, ever. (In the physical sense anyway). I get it, cuz same. Sometimes it’s dark humour. Again, I get it, cuz same.
If you’re part of this club, I see you. Be gentle on yourself. Talk about her. Make the jokes. Ask for the snuggles. Get mad. Maybe tell the person with the same hair that they reminded you of someone special. Reach out. Do your grief rituals. Connect. Slow down. Take in the good. Do what you need. Take what you need. For some it may be a huge wave, others a ripple. No right, no wrong. It’s grief baby, there are no rules.
Ps, It’s a club I didn’t accept the invite to- yet somehow here we are.
Pps, if my mom chose the song for this, she’d probably choose “grandma got run over by a reindeer” and then tell me to lighten up and live a little ;).