Sixteen
Sixteen months.
So many days.
Minutes that stretch into hours without him.
Blurry tear filled eyes.
Bittersweet smiles from thinking of his.
Missing his touch. His smell.
Missing my family.
Reaching across an empty bed.
Seeing the urn on our dresser. All that’s left of him inside.
Still not able to really believe in my mind that he’s not here.
But knowing in my heart he never will be again.
And knowing that I have to get up and face the rest of my days without him.
And finally, after sixteen months, knowing that I will.
And believing that I can.
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You will, you can, and he’ll always, always, be with you.
Yes, you can.
You can, my precious one. I’m so mad that you must, but i know that you will.
17 for me… We can do this.. One step, one tear, one 20th at a time.
You can do it. I’m sure he’d want you to continue as best you can. ((HUGS))
It’s been a long, hard road —- but you keep heading in the right direction.
G will always be with you. As long as you remember him, he’ll be there.
what nanna said.
xoxo
Oh honey, if anyone can, YOU can.
Lots of love.
Absolutely you can. xoxo