07/10/2025
Grief’s a bitch;
Today I nipped to my hometown for a quick catch-up with a friend. I stopped to help someone who’d dropped something, and as she thanked me, she asked, “Are you Shirley’s daughter?”
We had a lovely little exchange — and then the emotions hit me. Just because Shirley is dead doesn’t mean I’m not her daughter anymore. I am still her daughter.
As I sit with that, the tears come along with that big, horrible, hurty lump in my throat.
Grief can be painfully encompassing when you first lose someone you love. Over time, life begins to grow around the gut-wrenching, messy, consuming grief — but still now years later when it visits, it’s still just as powerful, raw, and painful.
But I also want to acknowledge something simple and honest…
’s a bitch ’s daughter
Ps 🙏 to my best friend of 36 years & my sister being so caring
