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HEno one thinks about all the people around them who are just existing through the worst experience of their lives.
i sure didn’t.
until 5 days after larry died. when, somehow, i found myself standing in a checkout line at costco, holding a case of toilet paper and a hot rotisserie chicken (that we never ended up eating).
because it turns out, when someone dies… the house still runs out of to.
but that day, the warehouse felt suffocating. the lights were blinding, the noise unbearable.
i felt exposed. like everyone should be able to see that my husband was dead? that my entire world had just shattered.
but no one did.
they just kept moving. just another saturday, just another errand, just another ordinary day…FOR THEM.
and as i stood there, screaming inside, i had this humbling realization:
how many times in my life had i stood in line next to someone who had just lost their spouse?
their child?
or stood beside a woman who’d been struck or demeaned that morning?
how many times had i been inches away from someone experiencing the worst day of their life without ever knowing?
that moment changed me.
i see people differently now.
i move differently.
because you never know whose world has just been flipped upside down.
💬 tell me, has this hit you before? a moment where you suddenly realized how invisible grief really is?
⚡️ i wrote an entire blog about what actually helps when the grief is loud and language fails, especially in those moments when you don’t even have the words to explain what’s happening in you.
comment BLOG3 (one word) and i’ll send it your way.
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@heatherquisel
