Grief is weird

Grief is weird.

Because I honestly thought today was just any other day. Then I accidentally opened one of your photos…

One from your last few days, when you were in the vet clinic. And suddenly it all came back.

The heaviness. The ache. The part of me that still can’t believe you’re gone.

My love, I wonder if you knew how much we love you. How much we still do.

It hurts every single day — just a little quieter sometimes.

Grief comes in waves. And today, it knocked the wind out of me again.