Here's another piece of my writing from January a year ago when I first participated in the writing course from Refuge In Grief. The prompt for this one was about wondering what remains when the death of a loved one takes so much away.
"I don't want to write about whether not counting days means I should worry that I'm forgetting him. I don't want to let the thoughts in of whether I'm grieving 'right' or falling apart enough or whatever the fact that I'm going on living might mean about my love or my fitness for parenting or the coldness of my heart. Unbreakable? I don't want to write about those things or think about those things. They're always dancing around the shadowy edges, just out of sight. Terrifying things that want to devour me. ..."