Mourning Doves on a Sunday
How do you cope through grief? Do you use humor to the point your relatives begin to wonder about your sanity? Do you clean the house like a maniac? Do you distract yourself with baking, knitting, or reading? Or do you journal, as if writing a letter to your godfather will let him know you wanted him to see you graduate? I do all of the above. I was so happy when the universe granted me one more Thanksgiving and Christmas to spend with my godfather; because I spent nights begging while praying, "Just one more." Once 2024 arrived, I knew I looked like a fool asking for another. Just one more. But the universe knew I would be asking every year, had it granted me my wish again. But I couldn't bring myself to be more selfish as I grew more aware of how much he was suffering while he continued to get ill. So I came to terms with the fact that the man who raised me was going to die. The man who's responsible for my dinosaur obsession, my passion for fantasy and useless
