It never goes away. You may be standing in the queue at the supermarket, sat in the car park, walking down the street, lying in the bath…it never goes away. You never know when it will creep up on you. A song, a smell, a day, the way you cough; it’s always there. Lingering. I am three years into this never ending road. The road that will never ever be complete again. The road ultimately ends when I do. Grief is shitty. The road has less bumps in it than it did three years ago, but when you hit that…

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