Three years. Today, once again, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I sat in my room and cried, hard, for fifteen minutes -- oddly enough at almost exactly the same time that he died. Just when I think the hole in my heart is starting to heal, I find I'm wrong.
I miss you, Pauley. I miss you so much.
2 comments:
Don't even try to stop the hurt, Dawn. It's like trying to hold back a river with only your bare arms. It just ain't gonna work...
However, DO try to remember the good bits, celebrate Pauley's life, and don't dwell too long on his passing.
If Pauley can hear you, he'll know that you will always have a place in your heart that's just his size.
I hope Reba's stitches were able to heal after the collision. And I wish you all the healing you need.
Love and zen hugs,
Neil
in Darkest Saskatchewan
Neil -- Thank you for your words. I'm getting better at coping with his passing, but some days are harder than others. Reba healed quite well -- you can hardly see her scars. I'm healing, slowly but surely. My scars, however, will always be conspicuous, but I don't worry about these things. My scars tell the story of my life and what it means to be me.
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