Friday, October 29, 2010


I am awake, remembering, thinking. During the day I can avoid going to that raw, festering wound of grief. I keep busy, so very busy. But in the darkness of ungodly hours it is unavoidable. Confronting. I just want to talk to her, hold her, feel her arms around me comforting me. But all there is is pain. And the one person who always made it all better is gone. Forever.

Breathe, just breathe.

1 comment:

Langdowns said...

Oh, Madmother. This is such a hard time for you. I can't imagine. Well, I can actually imagine, but I have yet to experience it first hand. Hang in there. Hold on tight to all those wonderful memories you have blogged about. White tutus and all ....