I don’t think we talk enough about how quiet the road gets. how long the waiting feels. how lonely healing can be. I don’t think we talk enough about how undone we become in the valley of grief. or how enormously we must stretch just to fit ourselves into some kind of a new normal and dare to call it life again. And I don’t think we talk enough about how we have no other thing left but to gather up our heavy limbs and carry on. Because the earth keeps on spinning. the sun keeps on rising. and the days keep on bleeding one into the next, regardless of the moment that made all the minutes inside of our hearts stand still.
~ullie-kaye
