Tuesday, March 14, 2017

On grief

i have a feeling this will be a recurring theme.

Dear mom,

I wish I knew what you were saying to me with those final breaths. I know what I said to you. Did you hear me? Did you hear me tell you that we would be okay? It is very important to me to know that you heard me. I know I told you we would be fine and that your job was finished. But that was a lie. If I could have just one more day. I would make you the salad you asked me to make you and I never did. I would have asked you more about grandpa. I would have apologized again. Mom. Your job wasn't done. I lied. I'm not okay. Sometimes I am, but the. There are other times that it physically hurts me. My heart is hurt.

I miss you.

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