It's not an anniversary, it doesn't check off another week of survival, and nothing particularly earth-shattering happened.
Yet on my way in to work it hit me again like a physical blow to the chest, right in my heart. God, I miss you.
Auntie B had a dream about you. Why haven't I? I want to feel that you're still here around me. Was that thing at Dad's house it? Was that you? Maybe I'm dense; but I need to know. Can you be a little clearer? Is it even possible?
Hope you know you will never be forgotten. Love you bunches.
xoxo
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