I stopped writing. Time slowed down to microseconds while my dad breathed out the spirit left in his body. Death has no friends.
What I did instead was paint.
Painting was new to me. I dove into it, finding in it a way to put myself elsewhere in a place with no words.
There’s just not enough of it.
I am writing again. And I am keeping this blog although I am going from a Premium account to the basic one. That probably means there will be ads. Yuck.
Thanks so much for reading this today. I’m sure you have lost a loved one too. This post is a prayer for us, the ones who are left behind.
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