Alone

Photo by the author, Oktoberfest 2019

He is gone.

I am all alone.

I have to accept that I will never see him again as he was.

Energy cannot be created; energy cannot be destroyed.

Energy only changes form.

He is still here.

He is here in another form.

He speaks to me. I hear him. But I question.

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I started writing about 2 years ago to cope with my struggles in life. I write about grief, caregiving, substance use disorder, and the death care industry.

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Jennifer Estes

Jennifer Estes

I started writing about 2 years ago to cope with my struggles in life. I write about grief, caregiving, substance use disorder, and the death care industry.

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