Grief. It’s hard enough when you lose someone you love to death but it’s even harder when that person is still alive.
It’s not that you want them to be gone but it’s that the version of them that you knew and loved is gone.
You don’t know where the old version of that person went.
They look the same, yet they are entirely different. Completely unrecognizable.
You grieve for who they were.
You miss the good memories.
You grieve the memories that will never be.
You desperately want them to come back.
You want them to be who they were. Who you know they are.
But you don’t know if they will ever come back.