I will never forget the line of cars waiting to come in and say their final goodbyes to your beautiful but lifeless body.
The traffic jam that is the perfect metaphor for a number of tears that I hold back until my head on the pillow at night gives the green light to flow out.
Since you’ve been gone, I’ve only learned the coping skills to deal with the pain and keep it from infecting the rest of my heart.
Time is a gracious thing. They say that time heals all wounds, but losing you is a wound that will never heal.
But over time, missing you comes in waves. When the sun is shining, it almost feels like the warm and heavy rays are asking my tears to join them. How could I be enjoying such a beautiful and warm world while you can’t be here to walk with me, too?
I hold on to every memory of you like a toddler carries a blanket.
I’m so afraid that as the years pass, I’ll lose the raw image of your face in my mind. I never want to have to dig for a picture to remember what the corners of your smile looked like.
I know that you would reprimand me for feeling so sad. I know that you would ignore the right that I have to cry over losing you and tell me to go about my day and think about something else.
You have shown me such courage. I’m so proud of the pride you took with you to heaven. You accomplished so much in your short time here on earth.
The memory of your wisdom and strength has helped in the process of grieving your death.
Despite the time that has passed, I will never stop missing you. I am grateful for the gift of time that has helped cope with the wounds left by losing you.
I’m missing you, and always loving you.
Until we meet again, I’ll cherish the time.
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