He was perfect. Truly. He could make any day better. How amazing to be loved unconditionally. How cruel to be left alone with it all.

I’m never going to hold him again? Feel him? Listen to him? It’s incomprehensible! He’s everywhere! I can close my eyes and feel him, he’s here. Oh but what if I forgot what that’s like.

my spouse put it best: our brains aren’t allowing us to fully comprehend the magnitude of our loss, in a vain effort to protect us, so it doesn’t seem real. It steadily drips the pain. Out of nowhere the dam breaks and oh god

it’s not just an emotion, it feels like a physical attack on my body. My back and chest are sore (from sobbing), I have no appetite and actually all food tastes like ash, and my entire being is heavy

been fighting in those solavellan trenches pre-solas glow up ✊😔 no discourse can keep me down

and I am not fully even a youth so

I have “that kind of face”

it’s such a compliment though! *you created this thing and I love it so much I voluntarily shout about it*

I love my son