Holding on

The thing with grief is that it is so overwhelming, so personal, so all encompassing. It is also very individual — no matter how many friends there are, family, husband, the feeling is not shared. It can’t be expressed, really.

I have been thinking of writing things down for a while and for once— I don’t know where to start, what to write, what to say.

Writing has been cathartic for me in the past. Putting things down in words and releasing them out there — for them to fulfill their own individual destinies has been magical. It has helped me and it has helped others.

I don’t know if it will be this time. At the same time, it feels necessary to record everything. Every little detail seems so crucial. And there is so much detail. Where does one start?