If I Could Invite Three People to Dinner

Grief doesn’t leave. It changes outfits. One day, it’s the lump in your throat when a certain song plays. Another, it’s a quiet smile that sneaks in when someone uses their phrase. Or the way your body pauses before joy, because joy feels like betrayal when someone you love is no longer here. But grief is not a problem to be solved. It’s a presence to be befriended. A wound we live with. A scar that can still feel the weather.

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