Write to everyone you’ve made a difference to. Every single person who’s lives you’ve touched.
I wonder if you’d forgive me for the ways I didn’t love you as much as I should have when you were here.
I love you. It’s not your fault, but I’m still really mad that you’re dead.
I will find my way through the invisible door, not because I’m strong, or brave, but because I’ll have to. I’m not sure how, and I believe that’s the scary part, the part that cramps my stomach, brings me tears on the subway train in the morning. Maybe someone will have to carry me, like my husband, kicking and screaming.
Opinions. None of your opinions matter. And all of your facts are wrong. I know a lot of things. But in any one topic there are people who know 1000x more than I do.
I still refer to your house as your house, even though someone else is living there now. I still celebrate your birthday. I still talk to you, even though my words are aimed at the sky instead of a phone.
No one told me how strong I could be.
The most heartbreaking thing I saw today wasn’t a painting done by a woman from Greece who was studying art in France and painted every morning, and what she painted was what she saw from her bedroom window of the…
Taurus: A plane crash. Not only would you hate feeling the plane dip and knowing that your life was about to end, but you would hate that other people are dying alongside you.
What if our relationship couldn’t pick up where it left off? What if I have changed too much and turned into someone you couldn’t love so easily?