Every year, my sister asks what I want to do for my birthday. She never lets it go unmarked. Never lets the day pass quietly. She’s great like that, and I know it’s her way of keeping something normal alive when so much of our world has already changed shape. And because it has only been a year and a half since we lost my mum, my sister is still grieving too, I never have the heart to tell her the truth…I don’t want to celebrate my birthday anymore.
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They say losing a parent changes you forever. They also say time heals all wounds. What they fail to mention is that grief isn’t linear, it’s an unpredictable mess of emotions. Like a tornado, utterly devastating. One moment, you’re standing in the calm before the storm, convinced you can weather it. The next, you’re being lifted off your feet, and dropped into a reality where everything you once knew is shattered & drenched in sorrow.
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