Saturday, May 14, 2011


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 we can become friends. At least I will feel. Something.


Toners said...

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.

lovely lindsay said...

'everything else is trite' is the part that makes the keeping on so hard.
i imagine that talking about the grief takes away the hurting part a bit. keep saying the "i miss her's" out loud.
and yes! invite that beautiful moon over!
love, linny

Rachel Swan said...

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 Holly said...

Evan and I will come to your party :)

Kim said...

I have no words... except "I love you."

Amelia said...

I am so so sorry, thank goodness that this is not it

candicerose said...

learning to live without. it will take a long time.
love you cathy.