All We Left Unsaid

by Natalie K. Martin

‘Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and righting, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.’ – Rumi

They say the death of a loved one can make time feel like it’s stopped. It isn’t true.

‘You don’t even know him,’ she scoffs. ‘You’re really going to put him before me?’ ‘It doesn’t have to be like that,’ I reply, exasperated.

A man before your own SISTER?!!!!

This was what life was about. She was here to live, experience and feel. She simply wasn’t made for anything else.

Travel was a great way to expand your mind, for sure. But without direction, it could become what it had for Ivy – aimless and an endless pursuit for something that could never really be found externally.

:(

A perfect end, to a perfect day.

Im literally bawling omgg NOOOOOOOOOO

‘Everyone always said we were like chalk and cheese.’

To be held like that by family suddenly feels like the most precious thing in the world, and I’m once again reminded of the fact that I’ll never get that again. I remember reading somewhere once that grief can feel like being out on a canoe in the middle of the sea, at the mercy

of changeable weather.

‘Because Ivy made them. She made a sun for herself, and a moon for you.’

:(((((((( crying