It hurts to live after someone has died. It just does. It can hurt to walk down a hallway or open the fridge. It hurts to put on a pair of socks, to brush your teeth. Food tastes like nothing. Colors go flat. Music hurts, and so do memories. You look at something youd otherwise find beautifula purple sky at sunset or a playground full of kidsand it only somehow deepens the loss. Grief is so lonely this way.

Becoming by Michelle Obama