The Kindest Lesson

The day Rowan died, the world didn't stop. The sun still rose. Birds still sang. But my world collapsed. Rowan was my brother. I learned so much from that experience. I remember how they laughed like it was yesterday. Now I talk to Rowan when I visit a small cafe. I know they can't hear me. But saying it out loud makes it feel real. Grief is love with nowhere to go.