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Sometimes, grief is like breathing, and breathing, and never being able to fill the empty space in your chest.
Soon, it will be a year, and I'll be able to stop saying "It's the first birthday, holiday, anniversary since." and it won't be so hard. The first time's always the hardest, right?
It's not just that I miss her as my mother, I miss her as my friend.
Soon, it will be a year, and I'll be able to stop saying "It's the first birthday, holiday, anniversary since." and it won't be so hard. The first time's always the hardest, right?
It's not just that I miss her as my mother, I miss her as my friend.