It’s been 603 days.
603 days since Daniel transitioned from this world. Since I last heard him breathe, laugh, or whisper “you got this” when I didn’t think I did.
Since the quiet of grief settled into the corners of my life and made a home in my bones.
And now… now I’m emerging. Slowly. Tenderly. Fog lifting. Spirit stirring.
I’m figuring out my life. A li…