The Imprint of Grief
Stamped on my heart, mind, and soul
Today marks my husband’s 6th death anniversary. I present as edgy, irritable, and restless. Everything annoys me. I’ve said goddammit more than usual. Yet there’s a sorrow in my heart. I wonder though — have my tears dried up?
His last days swirl in my brain not without sadness — and anger. It was a Sunday, the same as today; 9:43 p.m. when…