JessVsGrief

Memorial Day felt different this year.

I had the day off work, but instead of feeling rested, I spent most of the day alone and carrying a heaviness that I couldn’t seem to shake. Between starting a new job and having Rodney’s anniversary approaching, everything felt harder than I expected. The grief has been louder lately. In many ways, I’ve felt more sad and lonely these past few weeks than I have in a long time.

It’s strange how grief works. Just when you think you’ve found your footing, something shifts and the weight of it all comes rushing back.

As the evening went on, I found myself drawn to the cemetery. I sat with Rodney and let myself feel everything I’d been trying to hold together. The tears came fast, and I just bawled my eyes out. I missed him so much. There wasn’t anything specific that happened that day—I simply wanted my person back.

Memorial Day is meant to honor and remember those we’ve lost. This year, that’s exactly what I did. I remembered the life we built together, the memories we shared, and the man I still love deeply.

Some days grief is quiet. Some days it isn’t.

This was one of the days it wasn’t. ❤️