I'm glad grief doesn't happen all at once but one day/moment at a time
I can't believe I have to live the rest of my life without him
A part of me will always be looking backward into the past (as opposed to being present)
I just want to live in a world where Sylvester is alive
It feels like I'm dragging myself kicking and screaming to send him off
All I have now are memories
This is the longest week of my life
Part of me is replaying the reel of his life and another part is replaying the reel of his decline
Is grief just about the heart catching up to the brain
Nothing condenses time like reviewing the life of one you love and lost
Heaven is an ordinary day with someone you love
If we're not loving each other right here right now what are we even doing - loving each other in the moment is all we have - everything else gets taken away
People who grieve are visionaries because they're already straddling time and space to be with those they've loved and lost
Grief is a teacher, but I'd stay ignorant if it meant having Sylvester
It feels like just yesterday, and it also feels like a lifetime ago
It's not that the loss was more or less than anyone else's, it's that the loss was yours
When I'm absorbed in something, it's like Sylvester is just sleeping somewhere in the house, and I have to realize over and over that he's dead
I can't love anyone without thinking of Sylvester
I feel like a piece of me / version of me died with Sylvester
Some people become our template of love (or rather, the template for the liberated version of ourselves)
I used to tell Sylvester all the time that I missed him, because I was out in the world without his physical form with me - and now I'm out in the world with his spirit with me always, and I still miss his physical form (maybe nothing has changed because missing him is part of knowing him)
The shockwaves of grief extend through time