Maybe you have it wrong.
Maybe you grew up thinking death is bad. Just bad.
Maybe you’ve always believed that the experience of a death in your life is meant to be terrible.
Maybe you’ve always thought grief is awful, and forever, and ‘the price you pay for love’.
Maybe things aren’t black and white (so death isn’t just black).
Maybe dying young isn’t unnatural.
Maybe long, slow, suffering isn’t cruel, tortuous and pointless.
Maybe you aren’t meant to always miss them.
Maybe you’d had it a little bit wrong.
Maybe you’ve had it completely, utterly, comprehensively, totally, thoroughly, altogether, wholly wrong.
Sometimes being wrong is the best thing in the world.
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