Grief is forever. It doesn’t go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving. . .because I will never stop loving. . . . That’s just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don’t get one without the other.Jandy Nelson, The Sky is Everywhere
Tomorrow marks the two year anniversary of my father’s death. I penned this poem in the first few months after his death. The pain I felt then has changed, evolved, but it has not left me.
A member of the Water Street Writers, Mikaela D’Eigh is a writer, poet, gardener, mental wellness advocate, and a lover of Scotch, K-Pop, and KDramas. She writes about anything and everything, using all the crayons in the box. Currently, she lives out in the country with two Egyptian gods disguised as cats, a herd of cows, and the occasional flock of wild turkeys. Check her out at La Belle Dame Merci, Medium, Facebook, or Instagram for more essays, poetry, and shenanigans.