Sometimes life is difficult to distinguish living in the memories of yesterday.
Sometimes in the mist of grief, it is hard to know if it is the beginning or the end.
Grief monotones the color and tones of life.
Happy, yes there is still happiness after a great loss; my life is just painted with a different paintbrush, and more muted tones.
Life is still good.
I still feel and know love, it is just on a smaller scale.
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