Skateboarding Gave Me a Way to Express My Grief
Yes, this system is imperfect. It took years—and the privilege of professional help—before I’d learn to articulate my grief in words.
I bet grandpa’s columbarium would grind so good
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I’m stockpiling sweaters because they signify refuge, collecting them like talismans though grief cannot be avoided.
I whisper to my great-grandmother a burden I’d like lifted, one she might take to the next world with her.