Grief doesn’t always come as tears.
Sometimes… it comes as silence.
Sometimes, it comes as questions that will never be answered.
And sometimes… it comes dressed as family.
The sun was unforgiving that day.
It burned down on us as if it had no mercy for the living, no respect for the dead. The ground was dry beneath my feet, and every step I took toward the cemetery felt heavier than the last.
I wasn’t ready.
Not for this.
Not for him.
Not for the truth.
I stood at a distance as they lowered my father into the ground.
A man I had just begun to understand…
A man I never really had the chance to know.
And now—he was gone.
Just like that.
People cried.
Others whispered.
Some stared.
But I felt… nothing.
Not because I didn’t care—
But because my heart didn’t know how to fee
