How is it possible to still be so overcome by and overwhelmed with grief, with loneliness after so much time has passed?
So many hours, days, weeks, months, and even years?
And how does it simultaneously feel as if it’s all just one big dream, or nightmare?
Logically, I know there can be no time limit placed on such a feeling, that it’s a natural and possibly lifelong reaction to loss.
But sometimes it just doesn’t make any sense.