There is a strange distance between knowing someone is gone and truly believing it.
We continue to make room for them in our thoughts, our gestures, our ordinary routines. We expect a familiar voice, a message, a presence that has always been there.
The mind understands what the heart cannot yet comprehend.
Perhaps denial is not the refusal of reality, but the inability to imagine a world in which someone we love no longer exists.
Grief, in Five Movements | I. Denial
