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"...at first, grief comes sweeping over us in thirty-foot waves, gradually the waves become smaller..."
SIX MONTHS.
Amazing how I hardley remember the day, most of it is an extreme blur but I remember packing my black shoes because I knew I'd want my shoes to match.
I guess things have changed....and I wonder how things would be if he was still here. I think of him everyday but it's getting easier to do so. The thought of him doesn't make my throat tight and doesn't make me clench my teeth anymore. I'd like to think this is good but I worry that I'm forgetting and I'm finding I regret not listening and not calling. I'm sorry to my family for not calling them today but I seem to do better avoiding....well I guess it just feels better TODAY to go through without crying because it seems like when I cry for him...I can only get out the sobs that are painful. I skipped my first class because I woke up feeling sad and almost unable to get out of my bed.
Half a year has passed......amazing how sometimes it feels like yesterday.
Diamond shapes on the floor remind me and walking by the funeral home reminds me while I think of how they are feeling walking in or walking out.
SIX MONTHS.
Amazing how I hardley remember the day, most of it is an extreme blur but I remember packing my black shoes because I knew I'd want my shoes to match.
I guess things have changed....and I wonder how things would be if he was still here. I think of him everyday but it's getting easier to do so. The thought of him doesn't make my throat tight and doesn't make me clench my teeth anymore. I'd like to think this is good but I worry that I'm forgetting and I'm finding I regret not listening and not calling. I'm sorry to my family for not calling them today but I seem to do better avoiding....well I guess it just feels better TODAY to go through without crying because it seems like when I cry for him...I can only get out the sobs that are painful. I skipped my first class because I woke up feeling sad and almost unable to get out of my bed.
Half a year has passed......amazing how sometimes it feels like yesterday.
Diamond shapes on the floor remind me and walking by the funeral home reminds me while I think of how they are feeling walking in or walking out.