21/03/2026
After the funeral,
when the flowers
have faded
and the visitors
have gone home,
that’s when
the quiet begins.
The house
feels different.
The chair
they used to sit in
feels empty.
People think
the hardest day
was the goodbye.
But sometimes
the hardest days
come later.
Weeks later.
Months later.
Years later.
Because grief
doesn’t follow
a schedule.
It simply
walks beside you,
showing up
in memories,
in silence,
and in the moments
you wish
you could share
with them.
And in those moments,
what a grieving heart
needs most
is not explanations,
not advice,
but someone
who stays
and understands
that love
doesn’t end
just because
a life did. 🤍
