I'm not spiritual either.
For me it was a way to pay him a visit and show myself and a proper way to have a closure.
And a realization that I could never go back to Copenhagen again.

I've been to his grave a few weeks ago. I took a flight to the city where we used to live together.
Apparently, I've been the only one visiting him in two years.

That was heartbreaking to realize..

My life went on, for the best and for the worst.
And it took me a lot to realize I shouldn't feel guilty about it.
Yet, it's still an immense grief anytime I think about him.