It hurts to live after someone has died. It just does. It can hurt to walk down a hallway or open the fridge. It hurts to put on a pair of socks, to brush your teeth. Food tastes like nothing. Colors go flat. Music hurts, and so do memories. You look at something you'd otherwise find beautiful -- a purple sky at sunset or a playground full of kids -- and it only somehow deepens the loss. Grief is so lonely this way.

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