An un-healable wound
It aches my heart every day when I came downstairs thinking of what happened to you that morning. You must have felt really bad walking down the stairs in your serious condition before you collapsed in the bathroom.
It aches my heart remembering when you desperately tried to breath and couldn’t. You were in my arms but I was so helpless to keep your life from leaving me.
It aches my heart when I look at pretty things, big and small, that you collected and decorated around the house. It seems like you have left your touch, your scent in every room and on every wall.
It aches my heart walking by myself in the garden, especially in the spring. After a long winter, many plants you personally planted have come back strong and healthy. Why couldn’t you come back like them?
It aches my heart walking on the streets that we used to walk, seeing places that we had been together. Without you, I have such a heavy feeling of emptiness.
Without you, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year are not the same. On Mother’s Day, there is no special one to bring home impatiens and plants for the garden.
You were really gone but your voice, your face, your smile, your scent are still here. Your absence leaves an un-healable wound in my heart…
May, 2007
It aches my heart every day when I came downstairs thinking of what happened to you that morning. You must have felt really bad walking down the stairs in your serious condition before you collapsed in the bathroom.
It aches my heart remembering when you desperately tried to breath and couldn’t. You were in my arms but I was so helpless to keep your life from leaving me.
It aches my heart when I look at pretty things, big and small, that you collected and decorated around the house. It seems like you have left your touch, your scent in every room and on every wall.
It aches my heart walking by myself in the garden, especially in the spring. After a long winter, many plants you personally planted have come back strong and healthy. Why couldn’t you come back like them?
It aches my heart walking on the streets that we used to walk, seeing places that we had been together. Without you, I have such a heavy feeling of emptiness.
Without you, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year are not the same. On Mother’s Day, there is no special one to bring home impatiens and plants for the garden.
You were really gone but your voice, your face, your smile, your scent are still here. Your absence leaves an un-healable wound in my heart…
May, 2007
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