(Warning: this post discusses grief, bereavement, Covid 19, mental health, and general existential crises.)
October was not the easiest month I've ever had - but then, it was far from the hardest, so that's a plus point.
We've been dealing with some of the last admin of my nan's estate, and every time I feel like I've come to terms with her being gone, it's like another gut-punch.
Because I hadn't seen her in-person for so long due to Covid, sometimes it kind of still feels like I'm just waiting for the pandemic to be over, to be able to visit her.
Accepting that I'll never be able to hug her again, after waiting over a year to be able to do so is... difficult.