Thursday, October 13, 2022

Changing molecules

 When Andrew died, the moment I heard those words, I felt the molecules in my body were swept over, darkened in a great wave. I was changed. Permanently changed. 

I live with that knowledge. I’ve learned this new body still has joy, happiness, and can be immensely strong, suddenly weak and contain these great waves of pain. 

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