Musings of Grief

At what point, do you let go?

At what point, do you forgive yourself, for what hasn’t been done?

Forgive yourself, for what hasn’t been said. After all, you didn’t know he was going to die.

You didn’t know.

But if you did, would have you done things differently?

Of course.

But that is the point of life.

You don’t know.

You don’t know what’s to come.

Or maybe,

There is just no point to it at all.

~Christina Snitko