Back on the 21st of August 2020, this feeling kept me up till about 3am - until I finally got out of bed and started writing ✍🏻 it feels like a love letter now- to the grief I felt- on behalf of my mother. Here you go mom.

The Sixth: Grief, in prose.

Never one to shy away from all the things that move her, Bani is finally compiling moments - big and small - to remember, to mark, to share, to dwell in, to revel at and most of all to let you know, in this roller coaster called Life, we are not alone.

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The Sixth: Grief, in prose.

The Sixth: Grief, in prose.