I couldn’t sleep last night. After tossing and turning for a time, I got up, opened my journal and started to write. I just wrote about whatever that comes to my mind. I cried too, because I was hurting, because I didn’t want to let go. I knew that it was futile but I couldn’t help it. It made me feel better, though. You were right. I need to let it out.
Crying can make you feel better, I should know. It can also make you feel worse. I know that too. I think she’ll be ok, she has her support network close and work as a distraction. Losing a favourite person is never easy.