Dear World

Dear World,

I mourn differently. The generic response to death would be crying. Wailing and screaming. Tears. And it is true for many of us. That is how we express our grief.

But World, I grieve differently. I stare dry eyed at the ceiling in the night, my throat tight and my heart sore. I cannot summon tears. I do not cry myself to sleep. I think myself to sleep.

We all grieve differently. Even if there may not be tears, even if it seems as if I’m happy all the time, that I don’t seem to grieve, I do. I promise I do. I just express it differently. I miss them as much as you do.

Sincerely, Me.