“Grief is funny,” he blurts out. He scratches his head, like he’s embarrassed he said that. “I…don’t know about you but after my…” He rubs the bridge of his nose and doesn’t meet my stare. “Brother passed away…I felt small and everything felt so…big.” He sucks in a heavy breath, like he’s struggling for words and oxygen. “Finding the energy to…brush my teeth felt like such a big task. Even after all these years, that feeling is still there. Grief…never gets easier. It keeps evolving and all you can do is adapt to it because it’s always going to be there.”
