Last month I lost something.
It was ...
I've heard of others who have lost, and I always wondered how I would react. It was different than I thought and yet - the same.
Hoped it wasn't true.
But it was.
How could I miss something that I had only 6 weeks?
How do you go on knowing what was lost?
Why is grieving so hard and plaguing me still?
Because before I knew, I loved.
I was thrilled.
Now to go on seems unfair; disloyal. To start over feels like a betrayal to this memory.
But life goes on. It has to. And all we can do is anticipate our first meeting in another place.
11 months ago