I wouldn’t say it was easy for them to accept your death. Those first couple weeks were dark. Really dark. And then we had the funeral, and it got even darker… I know they still have their bad days—days where they doubt if they made the right decision accepting what we were told. Days where they feel guilty for putting you to rest, and trying to move forward. Me too, I guess. Though I don’t really let myself think about any of it. In my head, you’re gone…dead…but also not? Idfk I know, I know—not healthy. But it is what it is right now.
