08/03/2025
“The Shadow of absence.”
“Silence that screams.”
This essay describes all those feelings of grief as if the author could read one’s mind.
But because we grieve - it means we once loved. Be good to yourself today. That special someone would want you to live your best life. Walk in the world for them.
The hardest day of grief isn’t the funeral. And it isn’t the birthday of the one who’s no longer here. It’s not the anniversary, not the marked date, not the sharp, expected sting. The hardest day is the one that looks like any other day.
It’s the ordinary moment when something beautiful happens in your life… and you suddenly realize you can’t share it with that person anymore. It’s joy that hurts, because inside it is the shadow of absence.
Or it’s the day when you’re in pain, and you crave those familiar arms, that voice that always knew how to calm the storm inside you.
The hardest day is a plain Sunday. Silence that screams. Time that drags, leaving only emptiness behind. It’s a day with no event at all — yet full of unbearable longing.
And even within that pain, there’s a fragile kind of light. Because if we grieve, it means we loved. And everything we lost was real. And memory — it’s proof that love doesn’t disappear. It simply changes shape.
