it is getting close to the end, again.
five years ago this was your last two weeks on Earth.
You didn’t know, I didn’t know.
No one did, no one could.
I turned off facebook memories for those first three years, it’s too much.
(there have been years gone by, now, years without you. Years.)
“those first three years” is a terrifying thing to say out loud.
As the memories come up for this week, though, I am warmed again by the things I see, the things you responded to, the way you responded. all not knowing what will come,
all perfectly normal and routine and lighthearted and me rapidly cycling, clutching fast to anything stable
and then there is this yawning pit that opens and will never, ever close
unhinges its jaws and
e v e r y t h i n g in my life hurries in, disappearing.
it is only now, close to the end, again
that i am beginning to see my way
but is it clear? no, not yet.
one thousand, eight hundred thirteen days.
how many more will there be
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I just passed the 7 year mark this week and those feelings and memories all come storming through. Sending hugs
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It is so unbelievably hard. Hugs to you.