01/01/2026
Grief isn’t linear or tidy. It can hit on birthdays anniversaries holidays or a random Tuesday afternoon. It asks for space. It asks for patience. It asks for respect.
This poem, written by Camilla Fadel, speaks to the inner world of grief the part most people don’t see. The panic the overwhelm the need for someone to sit nearby or step back. Grief doesn’t end. It stays rooted in the love that shaped it.
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