It comes, uninvited.
I'm learning to let it in, short visits.
I don't say much, just "I miss her."
It finally leaves.
Then I make mental promises, things I'm going to do, never going to do.
Maybe I'll invite it to come over. Make a party of it.
Maybe I'll invite it to come over. Make a party of it.
Maybe we can become friends. At least I will feel. Something.
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Oh Cathy. I wish there was something I could say to you. I can't imagine your loss.
Breathe in. Breathe out. That is all the advice I can come up with. Everything else is trite.
God bless you.
'everything else is trite' is the part that makes the keeping on so hard.
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i imagine that talking about the grief takes away the hurting part a bit. keep saying the "i miss her's" out loud.
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and yes! invite that beautiful moon over!
love, linny
Oh, Cathy. I wish I could wrap my arms around you and tell you that I miss her too. I miss her in a thousand different ways, and it seems I keep finding new ways every day. Grief is heavy, hard work, and I'm having a difficult time understanding how to move forward from this space of deep loss and a new reality.
I hope you (and all of us...) can find a way to let grief in, and that we can somehow honor this process of learning to live without her here.
Much love and healing to you, friend. XO
Evan and I will come to your party :)
I have no words... except "I love you."
I am so so sorry, thank goodness that this is not it
learning to live without. it will take a long time.
love you cathy.
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