Is It Time?

 Trying my best. 

I swear. 

Sometimes, it's just too much. Too much to process. To think. To understand. 

I lost my cousin Sunday. 

    The 4th of July. 

        Gram's 90th birthday. 

            A week after the one year anniversary of her death. 

                Three days shy of two months since I lost my Mom. 

That's how my brain works. In time, anniversaries, dates. I despise it. It just happens, subconsciously. 

Time. 

Time just happens, as well. It's the Grief Solution everyone gives me. Time. 

"In time you'll feel better." 

"Time will heal." 

"Give it time." 

So far, lies. 

Time hasn't made anything better.