I decided to be brave today and finally sort through some of my husband's books - something I've been putting off for years. It was harder than I expected, but also... peaceful. I found an old cookbook with his notes in the margins, and instead of crying, I smiled. I'm making his favorite curry recipe tonight, adding my own little twist to it. It feels less like saying goodbye and more like finally being able to carry him with me in a different way. Grief changes shape over time, doesn't it? It becomes less of a weight and more of a quiet companion. What's something you've found the courage to do recently that surprised you? 📚✨