Seriously.
My grief went right out the window as soon as Stacey had her baby.
Seriously. In that moment, I was just in the moment. I was happy for my best friend. And delighted to meet her little guy.
There was no weirdness. There was not one thing that was about me. I was, and am, ecstatic for her. I held him for the first time a few days after he was born.
Again, no weirdness. I wasn't triggered. I wasn't sad. I wasn't feeling empty, like I thought I would.
I was just happy for my best friend.
Urs.
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