I know where I’m going with this and I’m already feeling emotional. We all grieve differently. It looks different on all of us. I’ll say it a million times. You’ll hear it a billion times and it always sounds cliche.

We also evolve and we can change how it looks throughout the days, months, years. I was going to type out a journal entry I had written last year, but decided it was most genuine in its original form. So. Here you go. The takeaway is this: grieve in the way you want. Not everyone will understand it and they don’t need to. It’s your weight to hold. I do feel there was judgment thrown at me for holding a massive balloon release 5 months after my son died. I never felt the need to explain myself. I still don’t. I post this for anyone feeling judged.