Necessary Companion
[column width=”1/1″ last=”true” title=”” title_type=”single” animation=”none” implicit=”true”] [/column] [column width=”1/1″ last=”true” title=”” title_type=”single” animation=”none” implicit=”true”] It’s familiar. The heaviness in my legs and chest. My trudge up the stairs instead of my usual scurry. The dullness of my energy as I carry on in a meeting. Grief is back. My sweet winter romance ended before I saw my first daffodil bloom. Gone overnight is the one who could not wait to see me, gifted me poetry on a paper plate, and wrapped me in a sweet cherishing on the dance floor. Neither of us young, we met on a