"You know I’ll show up again one day?"
"I know. And it’s okay, I''m okay."
"You know I’ll show up again one day?"
"I know. And it’s okay, I''m okay."
The next morning, Grief was still with me. We took the bus together in silence.
Suddenly, it stood up and said goodbye.
"I shall get off now. This is my stop."
"Alright," I replied.
The next morning, Grief was still with me. We took the bus together in silence.
Suddenly, it stood up and said goodbye.
"I shall get off now. This is my stop."
"Alright," I replied.
"You remembered him. You held the guitar. You listened to his songs."
I cried again. Leaned back and closed my eyes.
When I opened them, I realized I had fallen asleep. I grabbed my bag and got off the bus—with Grief beside me.
"You remembered him. You held the guitar. You listened to his songs."
I cried again. Leaned back and closed my eyes.
When I opened them, I realized I had fallen asleep. I grabbed my bag and got off the bus—with Grief beside me.
Grief tapped my shoulder. "Cry if you must."
"I remembered everything," I said.
Then it replayed in my mind like a movie—every tiny detail.
Grief tapped my shoulder. "Cry if you must."
"I remembered everything," I said.
Then it replayed in my mind like a movie—every tiny detail.
The bus stopped in front of the hospital, and what came in walked toward me.
"Grief, you know I'm not happy to see you."
"I know," it said. It sat beside me.
The bus stopped in front of the hospital, and what came in walked toward me.
"Grief, you know I'm not happy to see you."
"I know," it said. It sat beside me.