ON THINGS NO ONE TELLS YOU ABOUT GRIEF

 THE THINGS NO ONE TELLS YOU ABOUT GRIEF

It envelopes you like a cloud.

Follows you like a shadow. 

On the sunny days, it lurks but is invisible. But gloomy days, it rears its ugly head piercing where it hurts the most.

You are okay. But you are NOT

You start questioning what could have been... How different everything would have all been. 

I truly deeply wish it was different. 

Some days, I shed silent tears that my mother would never come for Ọmụgwọ for me

Some days, I feel the loss so deep and count the missed experiences. Others days, you breathe and exist through it. Live.

The years actually doesn't make it better. It's even as if you're more aware of fragile mortality as you age.

Grief... A permanent company. Always around. Won't ever leave as long as the loss occurred.

It's been 12 years, Mummy. Keep resting, ezigbo Nne m

Gone but never forgotten🤍🤍