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Just a few weeks until her 44th birthday. I hope it is the best birthday ever. Without pain, or worry.
I think everyone is sick of me thinking about her, or think I'm over it or something. I feel like no one wants to hear about how much I still miss her. Everyone forgot about me and moved on, but I'm still stuck on that day. I relive that day, those days leading up to it over and over. I put myself back in that room and I see her lifeless in bed, at least once a day. I cry everyday, some more than others. Every moment alone, I miss her. I just want my life back.
I think everyone is sick of me thinking about her, or think I'm over it or something. I feel like no one wants to hear about how much I still miss her. Everyone forgot about me and moved on, but I'm still stuck on that day. I relive that day, those days leading up to it over and over. I put myself back in that room and I see her lifeless in bed, at least once a day. I cry everyday, some more than others. Every moment alone, I miss her. I just want my life back.