Grief tastes likes the salty sea
Bites like a salty dog and screams like a spoiled child
It feels like an over enthusiastic aunt cuddling you so tight you can’t breathe
It smells like warm salty blankets and looks like a broken toy
Makes you feel alone in the world and blinds you with abstract pictures through a window in a heavy rainstorm
Grief pains your heart and gives you cramp and a snotty nose and a lump in your throat
Grief sedates you as you cry yourself to sleep
That’s what grief is
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I know about those over enthusiastic aunts. LOL
I miss my auntie Mary, she was a stereotypical jolly aunt in everyway; big blond curly hair, bright rosie cheeks, rotund with a body shaking laugh, cheek puller and crushing hugs. Visit her and the first thing she thinks of is “do you want a bacon sandwich”? Loved her so much!
Oh, I think we all had an aunt “Mary.” They dont seem to make aunts like this anymore.
I think I am bit like that with my nieces lol
I think that’s great.