Processing grief leaves you hollow and full.
It took me more than 48hours to process let alone accept something that's unreal in all versions of reality.
Many versions many stories later, a constant replay of many memories later, crazy scrolling through insta handle later, it is still unreal. Like a nightmare which would be over.
Words are failing me. Acceptance has not set in. Have never known about a fitting farewell.
Rest in Power and abundance of Peace, Pooja!
May you never be sad again.
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