After

"e;What if grief is not a journey, but a country you now live in?"e;Someone you love has died, and the world has carried on as if nothing happened. The trash truck came on Tuesday. The barista asked how your weekend was. People who love you keep saying the wrong thing, gently, with the best of intentions: time heals, everything happens for a reason, they're in a better place. None of it lands. Non...