Where The Light Gets In

Happiness after grief feels like such a betrayal: the hurt not denied.. not pushed away, but gone entirely for that moment you can't help feeling good in, a moment of sudden, irrational joy over nothing of consequence, really, which makes it all somehow seem even worse...
Shouldn't happiness be the result of some grand event, something adequate to counter
that aching, gaping chasm that opened when ?. . . But, no: it's merely this: there goes my little neice, running barefoot, no pants, mouth stained in pink drenched lollipop.











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