The Long Pathway of Grief

How I miss you as the years wind on.

Kayli Kunkel
Apr 15, 2019 · 5 min read
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It all starts with a shock. A numbness. A great, vast unfeeling.

As Theodore Adorno once penned, “There can be no poetry after Auschwitz.”

This quote ran through my mind like a skipping record in the days after my loss. What is beautiful anymore? Life becomes an absence of joy. What was exciting, trivial…