Somedays there are moments I am so disjointed in being present. I feel caught between a place that includes you and the other place where you are not here.
Easter was a dear and precious time for us. Somehow it was a time of such hope--resurrection, "He is risen" were words often spoken. It is truly still my hope. So many family have gone on now, including you.
I want to keep on.
This post isn't making much sense. I should write more often. My fingers are stiff with words not written.
Ache in my throat...holding back the tears. No words to say that will make the ache go away. No great ending paragraph that will tie it all up and make it clear.
This loss is a lifelong loss...a loss for each day, every day till I die. I miss you. I may live well, laugh and enjoy, but there is always an ache. Memories of you make me smile and remember the dear things...but they don't take away the ache.
It is a road that never gets better...at least I don't think it will this side of heaven. Just missing you. sweet, sweet girl....
