The calendar, mirror, and society remind--no nag--me that I have survived, almost seven years, but as I sit wrapped up in his bathrobe it feels just like yesterday. The tears, swollen eyes, gut-wrenching sobs, and lump in my throat remind me, like an old BFF, that grief will be my companion the rest of my life.His last words to me were those he left on the answering machine, "I just called to to tell you I love you". I am glad I missed that call, otherwise I would not have that recording.
Death sucks. I know we'll see our loved ones again, but that doesn't make it hurt less.
ReplyDeleteLet's have a pity party. We'll bawl our eyes out and eat unhealthy amounts of chocolate. How about it?
I am sorry you're sad. Adam sends you some of his "magic snuggles" and I'm sending you a hug. {{{snugglesandhugs}}}
Thanks for your sweet comments on my blog. That's funny you know my aunt Patty! :)