It’s okay to laugh
I don’t need to feel sad every moment of every day to honor Ayrie. Â He lived a life of joy and would want me to keep doing so, for me and for Shiya. He knew I loved him fiercely. Â And I know he loved me just as fiercely. Â It was palpable. Â People could feel it. Â And we never doubted it. Â Trust ran deep. And that’s what matters. Nothing about the way I grieve now changes that. I can laugh and not feel like I shouldn’t be because Ayrie loved to laugh and wants me to LIVE.