I'm still getting chills thinking about my grandma's passing
. I remember how she'd play her favorite classical music and we'd dance together in the living room... now those same songs just make me tear up
. Grief is like, this invisible monster that consumes you but the most important thing is being there for someone who's hurting. Just sitting with them, not saying much, can be super comforting
. It's hard to wrap your head around but I think it's so beautiful when people take time to grieve and don't rush through it. My grandma would want me to heal at my own pace, you know? 