Eight Months

Over 200 days since I saw Delia last. Eight months and I think about her at least a dozen times every single day. Every single day.

Grief is such a terrible thing. It just changes you. And I know that some handle it better than others. I do not handle it well.

There has been a lot of loss in the last years.

I just feel this constant ache. A hurt that doesn't ever go completely away.Most days I choose to just not think about Delia. That seems so wrong, but I just can't bear it.  I can't stand that she is gone. It is a horrible thing.

I miss her everyday. All day.

No change, even eight months later.