Without Kingston’s light, this holiday season feels empty and unbearable. His joy and brightness once made everything shine, but now, as we face our first Christmas without him, I’m left clinging to his memory, trying to find even a glimmer of joy in his absence.
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Grief doesn’t play by any rules—it sneaks in, even when you think you’re managing fine. One small moment, like a peanut butter-and-jelly sandwich gone wrong, can unravel everything, but Kingston’s quiet reminders are always there, guiding me to be kind to myself in the mess.
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After the loss of Kingston, the world moved on, but our grief hasn’t. We’re still here, trying to survive the aftermath, and while life goes on for others, our need for support has only grown. Kingston’s story didn’t end with his passing, and neither did ours.
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I think back to the day Zuma told me we were keeping it. The glass pear had been sitting there
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Part Two And yet, despite all of that—my insomnia, the anxiety, the grief clogging up every corner of my mind—there
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Part 2 I hadn’t heard the man enter the apartment or the door close behind him yet there he was.
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Part Two The sound of the double doors creaking open snapped me back to attention. I saw the paramedics wheeling
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When people ask me what my end goal is with sharing these stories, the simplest answer is this: I want
Grief isn’t a checklist. It isn’t a timeline, and it’s certainly not something anyone else gets to dictate. Losing a
I woke up today in unbearable agony, the kind that feels like it’s clawing through every inch of my body.