Spicy Soul Survival

I
never
won’t
miss
you.

When I originally shared this post, there seemed to be a lot of confusion about it. My previous posts have been paragraphs of text, so I can understand how some may have wondered if there was something missing here. At the time, those were the only words I could get out. I think that anyone who feels swallowed and smothered by grief probably understood right away, but I could be wrong. In an effort to add a little more context, I’ve decided to add the text I included when sharing this entry on social media:

Short. Sweet? Depends on how you read it. I probably don’t let myself cry often enough. The intensity would frighten my children. Sometimes, I do find a moment in the car or those few times I’m home alone…to open the release valve long enough to make it through another day, week, month…but I’ll never cry enough tears to empty out this overwhelming ocean of grief.