It's a new day... and my mind can't help but drift back to 2 weeks ago when I found out the news. The message I got was "Amara died." (Yes, this was the text I received telling me my best friend had passed. No explanation. No context. Just those 2 words. It wasn't until my sister happened to call me to check on me that I found out what happened, and by the time I checked my socials, my best friend was already a hashtag #LLA.)
I check my socials to see...of course the #LLAs are gone and coffees from Tony's Cafe and selfies by the beach now reign supreme. I know it's not their fault but seeing everyone go on as if everything is "normal" infuriates me. It's as if she were taken, and all remnants of her faded away. As if she never was...A part of me envies them though. These people weren't very close to her. They were close enough to send condolences, but her leaving didn't affect their day-to-day. If only that were my truth, then the pain wouldn't be this severe. Then the numbness I feel would fade. But Amara isn't someone I can just move on from. If only it were that simple.
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A story on surviving grief: Loving Trying Aspiring
Short Story"Loving. Trying. Aspiring" is a short story that delicately takes readers through the dark process of grieving. This book is narrated by a young woman who is grieving the passing of her best friend, Amara. Struggling to navigate life without her bes...