Fall Colors

Grief has a way of pushing you backward. Just when you think your head will stay above water, grief stand on your head. You can feel the water fill your lungs.

My best friend, Candy, is/was my person. Over 40 years of friendship. Memories, hysterical laughter, camp trips, sports and so much more. I don’t know how to be. I’m lost. I hurt.

I have some of her shirts. They still smell like her. Someday, that too will be gone. I look at her pictures and read her writings. I miss my friend. Our stories. This sucks.