November always brings a shift — the air gets colder, the light fades faster, and my body starts to remember before my mind catches up.
Grief has its own rhythm, quietly showing up in the change of seasons, a song, or a memory that stirs something deep inside.
Some days it feels heavier than others. I used to fight it, but now I understand — it’s just love with nowhere to go. This season, I’m giving myself permission to pause, to feel, to remember.
If you’re feeling that weight too, you’re not alone. Be gentle with yourself