My heart is very heavy. So terribly, horribly heavy.
You think I should be better. Feel better. Handle it better. You think I’ve had closure.
No.
You haven’t seen the tears I shed, the pain I feel, the hurt I am going through. You haven’t picked me up off the floor when I cannot stand on my own. You don’t know my heavy heart.
You look away.
There is no closure. No end to my grief. There never will be. My Mom is gone and I will never be the same. My heart is forever broken.
I’m not asking you to understand. Each one of our grieving processes are different. Unique to us. We have to respect that.
What I ask is that sit with me in my pain. What I ask is that you ask how I feel or what I need. What I ask is that you not try to fix me.
What I ask is for you not to look away.
