08.24.2021

When Mila died, I fought to make it to the end of each day. A good friend who experienced great loss told me the pain would dull, but over time I would wish I could feel it more sharply. As my days start to look and feel more normal, when the sadness comes on I find myself physically holding onto whatever I can find, allowing that shooting pain to return. Perhaps it's the pain that brings me closer to Mila. An expression of my love for her.