I feel you with me all of the time. When little things happen, I know it’s you right there next to me.
I will not let sadness grow weeds in the space you have left behind
I don’t know how 12 years just passed. I know I just keep going every day.
Why does turning all introspective after a death really drive me crazy? Because simply put, their death is not about you. It should not serve as a catalyst for your life review.
Of course, you’ll never be the same but you don’t want to be. I suppose that’s the price we pay for love.
I realized that tomorrow is never guaranteed, so I decided to savor every moment of every day.
“There’s what only I can describe as this spinal, skeleton thing staring at us with glowing red eyes. It was on all fours, but it’s body was stretched out so that it’s back legs were bigger than its front.”
Accompanying someone as they slowly succumb to death, watching their last breath, feeling their hands go cold in yours – changes you right down to your soul.
But what it means to grow in grief is that even when you’re done grieving, you’re never done growing in grief.
I have been quiet, obedient and yielding. I’ve sacrificed my emotional and physical well being to meet her needs for all of the years of my life. And even now, as weak as she is and when it’s more obvious than ever that she needs me, my mom doesn’t like me.