Funny, my grief for my mom, who died in 2015, is washing over me in a whole new way lately. There is no rhyme or reason. You will always miss him. You will always ache not just for him but for who you were with him.
It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?
It is hard for even me to believe.
ReplyDeleteSweet, sweet man. I'm sending you love.
ReplyDeleteIt does seem impossible. Sending hugs.
ReplyDeleteFunny, my grief for my mom, who died in 2015, is washing over me in a whole new way lately. There is no rhyme or reason. You will always miss him. You will always ache not just for him but for who you were with him.
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