They say time heals all wounds, but i’m beginning to wonder if that to is a myth. Six years have gone by and nothing to show for it. Everyday still feels like the first. The emotions are all one big ball now. Is it remorse? Anger? Sadness? I don’t know anymore. All I do know is that theres this just this empty void. You should be here. You’ve already missed so much, and theres still so much yet to come which you to are going to miss. And I don’t know if its terribly wrong of me to be mad at you, but I am. I’m furious, and I hate you for it. It isn’t fair. I just miss you, so much. I wish you could be here to experience these new firsts with me. To watch me grow in to the Woman I am becoming. I want you to be here and yell at me, try to tell me what I can and can’t do, tell me when i’m doing good, when i’m making you proud. I just want you to be here. I wish you could be here. I’m lost, and you are the only one that can find me.
Grief strikes you at the randomist times. Months can go by and everything seems fine, and then one random night your hit by the painful wave. They say time heals all wounds, but that is not true for all wounds. Some are just to deep. The loss of a loved one , especially at a young age is not something you ever get over, or come to peace with completely. Its something you learn to live with it. It is neither a good or bad thing. It is just what it is. Our minds stay troubled by the emptiness. Some days are easier then others. The memories aren’t always enough, there just more pain. But i’d like to think that theres hope for us. I hope that there will be more easier days, and that one day we can reunite with our loved ones, but until then we just have to take one step forward everyday, farther away from that painful yesterday.