It's a weird thing, grief (K)

Keira finally came home yesterday. It's painful, but there was some peace to be found in not having that looming over us anymore. I'm not sure what presentation could possibly have been better, but there was something so absurd about having my daughter's ashes handed to me in a gift bag. I'm not sure if it's me cracking a little or healing, but that started my turn towards my (ab)normal reaction to tragedy, which is this weird form of dark humor. There have been a lot of tears already and I know there are many yet to come, and as badly as I wish that I could hear her giggle back at me, it does feel good to be able to laugh.