One

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It is now one year.  I am celebrating your life today.    Words will and cannot not express my thoughts.  So, I don’t have much to say but just in case you are surfing the web…

You’re always in my heart and always will.  Check in on me.  I miss you every moment of everyday.

Cree and Romie say hi.

You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I’m ashamed
There’s not anything to which you can’t relate
And you’re still here.

Disconnection

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Nine months on now. The date says that on the calendar. The healing process is well on its way, or so I like to think, but its days when from the depths of my emotional self that loneliness and emptiness rears it’s ugly self, and consumes me with deep sadness, and non-closure. It is the days that I call it “disconnection”. To share a moment, or a joke that only could be appreciated by you is not an option. I hate it now. But, the day when this finally resolves down the road, will I loose perspective on you emotionally or will it reconfigure into a positive look back? Today isn’t the day. I miss you.