I never got to know you. Nor you know me. You died before you were born. All that;s left is the grief I feel for what your life could have been.
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Mom, I miss you. It’s not getting easier. I’m lost. Alone. I need you. Love you forever
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I didn’t know that the last visit would be the final one; I assured you would come home from the hospital, I’d make you tea, and chat… But instead I got a phone call. I still miss you, Grandma xo
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Dearest friend & brother, Mark — I couldn’t let you go Never got to say Godspeed Do you know now the impact you had on us all? The 5 am calls are missed — your number is still my speed dial #5 Our mantra “I’ll give you
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I miss you so much it hurts. Random moments of my day make me miss you, make me wish I could call or text you. But I can’t. I’ve learned to live with the dull ache of missing you. I’ve learned how to carry one, but I
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… that I was not being there as much as I should have; not noticing that something was wrong, a long time ago, and you tried to tell me; for being too young to know that I could have engaged in your healing; too ignorant to know
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I remember asking you to move to my home so I could take care of you. You did not wish to, so I flew back and forth every month to be with you. I flew back for your 50th birthday and left New Year’s Day. You died
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Who do I write about? 1) The abrupt death of my husband 20 years ago? Or, 2) What I am going through now with the slow death from dementia of my sister? Both are hard — not sure if one is harder than the other. Not sure
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For me there is a comfort in sadness. There is comfort knowing the end is inevitable for all of us and we all come to the same place. I teared up with the piece missing the person in the photo. It is so simply and cleanly shows
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I had never attended the death of my child before. I didn’t always do it right. I didn’t always know what to do. So I did as I had done throughout your life. I sang to you, I stroked your hair, but I didn’t hold you. Moving
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