Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Friday, December 11, 2015
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
So, Christmas is coming. I try so hard to feel the spirit. For Jackie. I will never have the joy of the Christmas' spent with you and Pops. Those are golden moment that will never be equaled. I knew they were gold at the time they were happening, and I felt so lucky and so blessed.
So, the rug ripped out from under us, I will forever hold on to those years with you as treasures. Because they were, and they are. I promised you that I would show Jackie all the magic that you had as a child. I will keep my word, and I have, even now in the dark days. But, when he goes home, the smile fades, and the sorrow takes over. I remember the magic. He will have it. I am giving it to him. Once given, I will not keep any for myself. Never again. I curse the universe now everyday for 2 years for ripping you from us. I hate the world, except for those I love. Sometimes I even get angry at my own family for having what they have. Thats the grief talking, but it is what I feel in this hole that I always live in now. I don't know how long this can go on without consequences. This anger, this hurt, this profound and dark sorrow. All I know is that where you are is where I want to be. I want that, but I cannot leave your Pops and your son. So, the invisible string of love pulls me from both ends. I love you so much Frankie. It IS a physical hurt. Broken hearts are a physical pain, they are real. I talk to you everyday, all through the day. Life without you is hollow and empty. It is a desiccated life now. It will be until I die. I will go through the motions, and try to find joy. But there is no point. There is none left for me.
So, the rug ripped out from under us, I will forever hold on to those years with you as treasures. Because they were, and they are. I promised you that I would show Jackie all the magic that you had as a child. I will keep my word, and I have, even now in the dark days. But, when he goes home, the smile fades, and the sorrow takes over. I remember the magic. He will have it. I am giving it to him. Once given, I will not keep any for myself. Never again. I curse the universe now everyday for 2 years for ripping you from us. I hate the world, except for those I love. Sometimes I even get angry at my own family for having what they have. Thats the grief talking, but it is what I feel in this hole that I always live in now. I don't know how long this can go on without consequences. This anger, this hurt, this profound and dark sorrow. All I know is that where you are is where I want to be. I want that, but I cannot leave your Pops and your son. So, the invisible string of love pulls me from both ends. I love you so much Frankie. It IS a physical hurt. Broken hearts are a physical pain, they are real. I talk to you everyday, all through the day. Life without you is hollow and empty. It is a desiccated life now. It will be until I die. I will go through the motions, and try to find joy. But there is no point. There is none left for me.
Friday, December 4, 2015
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