The more people I lose, the less I believe I’ll see them again after I die. It’s just the way I feel.

I maybe don’t process grief well, but it doesn’t feel like there’s a thin curtain between me and them. Only a yawning hole, a total absence. A cold void that cannot be filled.

It’s maybe not a terrible way to feel, it makes me appreciate people more now knowing my time with them is limited.

I’m not telling anyone what to believe. I’m just saying the goodbyes I’ve had to say, feel very final.