Her

I lost her. Forever. 16 years together. Now, I'm left with just pieces of her that serve up memories.

She loved her Fridays. She was taken away on a Saturday. These 2 days every week haunt me and I've not managed my sense of grief, guilt and loss by any means.

This is my attempt to keep her in memory till the last day. And as the name goes, the first rule of the grief club is that you do not live to talk about grief; when you have a chance to end it, do it. Otherwise, you find ways to express your grief and the journey it takes you on.

But seriously, end it.