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The chandelier light starts to dim, until there is no more light. All you see is the shadow of someone you once knew. The shell of the body that doesn’t look the same. Holding back the grief until you can’t take it any more. Watching the slide show of memories doesn't help at all. You have to step outside to pull yourself together, to pretend your okay, when you are not okay.
By Elaina Brady RedmondThe chandelier light starts to dim, until there is no more light. All you see is the shadow of someone you once knew. The shell of the body that doesn’t look the same. Holding back the grief until you can’t take it any more. Watching the slide show of memories doesn't help at all. You have to step outside to pull yourself together, to pretend your okay, when you are not okay.