Surviving…

Sometimes… each day is not about moving through the grief.

Sometimes… each day is not about accepting he’s gone.

Sometimes… each day is not about trying to find a new normal.

Sometimes… each day is about riding the waves of grief, hoping beyond hope that you can keep your head above water because you feel like you are drowning…

Sometimes… each day is about getting out of bed… even if all you do is move to the couch.

Sometimes… it feels too hard… and you don’t know how to claw your way to the surface.

Sometimes… surviving almost doesn’t seem possible…

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