Perdí a mi mamá. Se siente como cuando ella me dejaba en la fila del sprmercado y me decía: ‘ya vengo’ esa angustia enorme en el pecho de no tener nada en las manos para responderle a los adultos alrededor. Pasaré el resto de mi vida en esa fila, sabiendo que mi mamá no volverá.
My loss also includes a sense of bewilderment that I have never felt before after someone I love has died. It has been hard to understand how it is possible that my mother is nowhere. How can she be nowhere?
Siri Hustvedt • Mothers, Fathers, and Others: Essays
As long as there is love, there will be grief. The grief of time passing, of life moving on half-finished, of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved.
As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love's natural continuation. It shows up in the aisles of stores we once frequented, in the
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