Where He Is.

From my book, "Growing With Grief."

By April Kirby.Published 7 months ago • 1 min read

"Growing With Grief."

They say grief is just love with nowhere to go but I say that's a lie. This world is too big for there not to be places for your love to reach.

My love touches every inch of ground he walked on.

My love touches the chairs he sat on.

My love touches his laughter that echoes in the air.

My love touches his memory that is still in that house.

There is a whole world that my love and grief could stretch to but there's no where in the world that it would rather be than where he is.

I'm April, a writer from a small town who found purpose in poetry. Grief—both human and canine—is my focus. I write to honor love, loss, and healing.

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