Childhood. Grief. Loss. Memories.
Iām sorry for your grief and pain, John.
Appreciate it, brother! š¤š¼
Honestly, the grief subsides over time. Though, sometimes, they compound. I suppose it depends.
It's the questions that you never have answers to that haunt you. They chase you down... And then you turn the tables and chase them.
It's an unwinnable war.
Iām sorry for your grief and pain, John.
Appreciate it, brother! š¤š¼
Honestly, the grief subsides over time. Though, sometimes, they compound. I suppose it depends.
It's the questions that you never have answers to that haunt you. They chase you down... And then you turn the tables and chase them.
It's an unwinnable war.