Peg O' My Heart (@chiefsbride.bsky.social)

Nobody prepares you for the loneliness of being the last person alive who remembers your mother’s voice, your childhood kitchen, or the sound your father made when he laughed. You become the sole archive of a world that ended, and there’s no one left to verify that any of it happened. -Justin Brown

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Nobody prepares you for the loneliness of being the last person alive who remembers your mother's voice, your childhood kitchen, or the sound your father made when he laughed. You become the sole arch... The loneliest form of grief has no funeral, no casket, no eulogy — it's the slow realization that you are the only person left who can confirm an entire world existed. https://geediting.com/j-a-nobody-prepares-you-for-the-loneliness-of-being-the-last-person-alive-who-remembers-your-mothers-voice-your-childhood-kitchen-or-the-sound-your-father-made-when-he-laughed-you-become-the-sole-arch/