Grief
... has no timeline.
It’s Saturday at 8:08 pm.
I slept till 7:30 this morning.
Drank some coffee while reading Matt Haig’s novel, The Midnight Library.
But I couldn’t read much because I haven’t been able to focus.
Tomorrow marks 3 years since my hero went on to heaven.
Three years without his belly laughs, spaghetti, or heated discussions over the failure of the intuitional c…