Friend.
For a while now
I have been writing
these words to you.
And somewhere along the way
I started writing
other things too.
Short pieces.
Written on the days
the quiet got too loud.
I never planned
to make them into anything.
But the pile kept growing.
So I put them together
in one place.
It is called
It is not a guide.
It is not here to fix anything.
Grief cannot be fixed.
It is just a small book
you can open to any page
and let it find you
where you are.
There are four parts.
The Weight.
The Middle.
The Turning.
The Porch.
And no rules.
You do not have to be okay
to read it.
If you would like a copy
it is here.
And if not
that is alright too.
The words will keep coming.
The porch is open.
— Hank