There’s a certain fearlessness that I feel towards being open about my first hand experience with death, with grief, with depression, with sorrow. Its incredibly trying but I find that strength to face today. I pray for courage to face the next, because when he died so did I…
The loneliness is killing me, especially after I woke up from a beautiful dream… he was in my dream last night. He was smiling with the sun and I could see his eyes, his eyes were saying: I will always love you… I miss you.
Yeah its Hard, I’ve said that before and I guess dealing with his death will be part of what makes me human, what keeps me breathing, what feeds me and what builds me. I’m searching for meaning in his death and oh God; I’m searching for me…
Each day I wake up to fresh pain and it is furious, it devours and wrecks all line of thinking. But I write to stand up against it and I write to let it out.
Its Hard that he left… Left me without a word. He left this emptiness, this awkward space that he once occupied. Being in this vacuum, I forget to breathe…
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