Jennifer Estes
Jan 21, 2022


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.



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.